tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63525527591231622692018-03-06T00:17:04.041-06:00WOWjenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-22713989190321503522013-11-02T21:28:00.001-05:002013-11-02T21:29:40.590-05:00Sweet November?..... No not so much!So it has been A WHILE since I shared my mind with you all. Tonight I just have to. It helps you know me "venting." Oh now before any of you start on me I HAVE ONLY CRIED ONCE TODAY! Tomorrow may perhaps be a different story! Even the Frog Dog is like "mom really your tears are salty ok let me lick once more.!" So here is the condensed version of life right at the moment....... (deep breath, ready, set, go- and I will start backwards for well fun!)<br /><br />So Curly gets to start drivers education. I just want to know when this happened that he can drive more then his cozy coup car and what makes you people think he should be allowed to drive? I mean he is my last well he is the baby and I truly will miss him when he steps out into the world. He is a sophomore this year and it is flying into his junior year at lighting speed. I still giggle when his little voice cracks and croaks. Yes he will always be blessed or cursed as he says with his curls. It is what makes him well him. And just last weekend well he took his first steps across the living room floor right? I mean when did I sleep through this whole growing up thing with the Curly?<br /><br />Da' Bear is in the back stretch of his senior year. Crap this is speeding by fast. So has football season well they made district playoffs so there is a strong possibility we shall be footballing into December. His 18th birthday is rapidly approaching and I am no where near prepared for it! Nor am I prepared for this thing called Senior Prom and that other thing known as Graduation! Nope gonna hide in the closet (not under the bed, we all know my sister has traumatized me from even looking under the bed even at well ok my age (there that is better)) this way NO ONE can find me. Oh who am I trying to kid, da bear will always find me to feed him. And like Curly he was playing with legos last week to, trust me I stepped on one in the middle of the night!<br /><br />And Blonde. Oh sweet Blonde. (get ready the tears are about to fall again). On Tuesday he will be 21! On Wednesday he will be gone on to the next adventure of his life out into the wild blue yonder. I will not be there to keep him safe, or feed him or any of that. Nope and they tell me he will do just fine. I am not sure of that but y'all just keep on telling me this. He leaves Wednesday for the Navy. I know he will only be gone 14 weeks (no i will not be counting) but let me tell you people 14 weeks is like a lifetime to his momma! My heart is breaking and inside I am dying. I am happy for him I am proud of him. I want him to go and do this and I will be there for him. I know in my heart and head he has to but darn it I am not ready to see him walk out that door just yet. Heck he was playing with&nbsp; Woody and Buzz and <span class="st">Pocahontas</span> last week too! And i think he gave the cat a bath in the toilet last night (no we no longer have a cat but you understand....)<br /><br />So here is the deal-e-o, (now that tears are right there yep dropping like melting ice). I know they have to grow and go but Granny was right, "you better love it now as they are walking on your toes cause in a few years they will be walking on your heart!" No Granny they are trampling on my heart! I want it back and I want them back! I have declared a cease fire on them growing up any more then they are. Give me 10 more years (oh so honeyboo would gasp at this but......). I never in my wildest dreams imagined me with kids, let alone 3 boys. And I never knew something so small could make me cry so much! Come on y'all know me well enough to know I do not cry like this but shoot I am considering seeing the doctor or something. Heck maybe y'all need to have me committed (hmmmmm just make sure it is a tropical island ok). Seriously I have even been craving chocolate and we all know I have a disagreement with that stuff but wow I am wanting it now! I think something is wrong with something inside of me, oh wait yes MY HEART IS BREAKING IN A MILLION PIECES! And don't go trying to make it better by saying things like "just think how much fun you and Honeyboo will have when they are all gone oh the places you two can go and the things you can do and think of the money you will have."<br /><br />&nbsp;HA HA HA Don't care I want my little men and I want them to stay until I get well old and then they have to stay and take care of me darn it (ok so none of the three of you have to change mommy but at least hire me a hot looking male nurse one who looks like well just make sure he is hot! and don't tell your step father!)<br /><br />But alas, as my heart breaks no gets stomped on into a million and 25 pieces, the realization of it is that Granny (oh i am gonna admit this and can not believe it but well) was right they walked on my toes, they have caused me many gray hairs and sleepless nights (shocking I do not have an ulcer) none of which I would trade for the world but now they are walking firmly not softly on my heart! No they are smacking it with all they have. <br /><br />So November has not always been good to me and this year is no exception. I am sad and I wanna be sad for the rest of the month (alright at least a week or 2) and then I will pick myself up, fix my wig and go forth with a smile like nothing is out of place! I can do that, thing is will y'all let me do that? And I know I am not the first momma to ever have a son leave home, but dang it it feels like it! So with this off my chest, I am going to soak in calgon until all my troubles are washed away! And yes there will be many tears streaming down! <br /><br /><br /><br />jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-48035804487511921342013-01-27T09:58:00.000-06:002013-01-27T09:59:51.970-06:00Chacha CHANGESSo it has been a while since I have blogged my mind. I am at a point where I need to vent. I am thankful for the computer as I can actually type faster then I can write and my head does not get to much faster then my brain. But man talk about changes since my last post. It has been a whirlwind and I hoped and prayed it would slow but it ain't gonna til the fat lady sings! And since we all know I am "fluffy" and can not sing help us all.<br /><br />So in case you are curious, here is about when it started. Back in September/October Bill finally heard from GE. Now keep in mind he applied (ok so he was working at Salem and I called him on the phone and we did his application on the phone) in May. I remember the day well as it was pouring down rain and I had decided to not try and drive to Wesleyan with all the water standing. I helped him took us almost 2 hours but he was headed to San Antonio so we had time. Anywhoot, he got an email from them and responded. Then it was like a whirlwind of hurry up and do this that and the other. The original plan was to stay in Mineral Wells until the end of the school year but a 70 something mile drive one way prompted a near midnight move two weeks before Christmas. Now I am seeing a pattern here with us and Christmas. I mean in 2011 we moved two weeks before Christmas to Mineral Wells and here we go again. Finding a house in the area of Saginaw/Haslet/Justin was no easy feat. We took what was available and semi affordable. Its not the best place but hey it helped relieve some stress. Change numbero uno!<br />The second change is that Gus turned 20 and graduated from Fire Academy. No small feat for him but he did it with pride and dignity. He got up everyday no matter what (even when Gus became one with the bus) and went. Yes there were days he worried about running out of gas but he never once faltered and he finished with pride. I am proud of him. Finding a job has not been an easy task for him and he has tried. The thing is most of the fire academy's around here (with the exception of Ft. Worth and Arlington) have dis-combined their emt/paramedic program from their fire program. And therefore that part of what he needs has become a part time program and he does not get any financial assistance. Now the crappy part is that we can not afford for him to go. He has explored options and has decided to join the Navy. He will not really be losing his "fire stuff" but this will help him in more ways then one. I am proud of him and held him up when he felt like falling and failing just as he has done me many times. Thing that I will miss the most when he is "gone" is his quirky little sayings and jokes like this one "if this Navy thing does not work I am going to go be a rodeo clown." Yes Gus you can do that to just be the best one you can be. So I am thinking at least I will have a place or places to go visit for vacation.... CHANGE NUMBER 2!<br /><br />With the moving of schools, Javier has found his place. He has found a school Ponder High School where they take him for what he is BIG and funny. Holy cow wait for it............. a little drum roll........ HE EVEN MADE FRIENDS THE FIRST WEEK OF SCHOOL AND HAS BEEN GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE AND DOING STUFF.... like joining the ( no laughter please even though I know you are ) Bowling team. Wait did the words HE JOINED THE BOWLING TEAM AND GET OUT OF THE HOUSE just roll off my lips? Yes they did. He seems content here and well happy. He even told them day one "yes I will play football for you." ( yes he made several coaches very happy with that) And in less then a month, he will turn 17 and well as soon as I can he will be legally allowed to drive by himself.&nbsp; His plan is to do his early enlist this summer and then poof his senior year be gone like a freight train. OK but I will miss you too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????? see change number 3.. <br /><br />And my sweet Pablo. Oh he has blended right in at Ponder. He like Javi is loving it. I mean who would not as they made the total high school attendance 349? Academically his is looking at trying to graduate early but that task may be easier said then done. Oh he can do it but will he?????? Yes this is Pablo we are talking about you know "mini me?" NO COMMENT NEEDED FROM ANYONE OK!?! And he has decided to stick with soccer and although they do not have it a the school, we got a recommendation of where to go in Denton for him. And according to the school counselor, they have a couple of kids on that team who have scholarships so welcome change number 4. And yes he begins the process of driving this summer. <br /><br />But for me turning 40 (yes husband I said it) has been well I have no words really.&nbsp; I am less tolerant of stupid stuff then in the past and the phrase "it is what it is" seems to be becoming my daily mantra. I know that I have been having to wear my contacts/glasses like I was supposed to and have noticed gray hairs springing up- I am certain that my husband playing real life "angry birds" with my gray hairs is not helping but hey they make hair color right? Maybe I will go blonde or Lucy red or Elvira black? There are so many choices. And yes I "went home" to Wesleyan. As a favorite professor of mine mentioned "you had your fun at THAT University so now it is time to come home and roost." Well honestly I missed it. I know I know none of you need to say a word, I get it ok now just back away slowly. If I make it through this semester ( isn't there a song called If we make it through December?) I will have accomplished a grave amount. Oh there has already (unknown to husband, kids and you) a massive amount of tears and fears and I can't do this what the hell was I on crack ( thanks guys for letting me bawl and scream you know who you are and listening to my self doubt and negativity) words but in the end it will teach me something. That something I have yet to decipher. And I have been a "less then pleasant grouch" lately. I am blaming hormones, but who knows maybe I am turning into a grumpy old lady.... <br /><br />So with all these changes, I have decided to live on xanax and vodka and coffee..(that should be great for my kidneys and baldder huh?) HAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAAA&nbsp; NOT! but I am thinking it might help.......... So if you see me in the next couple of weeks, or call me, understand that if I look at you like you are an alien, up from one of the 18 million chapters from 56 trillion books I have to read&nbsp; or I do not recognize your voice, it is not you and you have done nothing wrong i will just be in the midst of trying to decipher you from the reading and writing and project making....... Oh and trust me I have searched high and low for books on tape to assist me but there are none I even googled cliff notes for them and nope not getting any help there! ( Did I just admit that out loud?)<br /><br />So for the curious here is the schedule:<br />American Government and Texas Government (not too bad just from inception of Constitution to current)<br /><br />History of Texas (note from prehistoric dinosaur to current just to give you an idea)<br /><br />Religion of Old Testament ( yep ALL the book in the old testament hey at least I can complete assignments here early)<br /><br />Criminology (hmmm well it will be fun and interesting)<br /><br />With all these changes, I am off to read now...... Hope you understand.... Oh and well see I forgot......<br /><br />smooches!jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-91950296543691264892012-10-12T12:53:00.000-05:002012-10-12T12:53:27.364-05:00WHAT THE???????????????????????<div class="grid-12 region region-preface-first" id="region-preface-first"><div class="region-inner region-preface-first-inner"><div class="block block-views block-preface-block block-views-preface-block odd block-without-title" id="block-views-preface-block"><div class="block-inner clearfix"><div class="content clearfix"><div class="view view-preface view-id-preface view-display-id-block view-dom-id-7ec39e671cf6f73c7e0ec267f60abbaf"><div class="view-content"><div class="views-row views-row-1 views-row-odd views-row-first views-row-last clearfix"><span class="views-field views-field-field-preface-text"> <span class="field-content"> </span></span><br /><h1 class="BasicParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="views-field views-field-field-preface-text"><span class="field-content"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="views-field views-field-field-preface-text"><span class="field-content"></span></span></span></span></span></h1><span class="views-field views-field-field-preface-text"><span class="field-content"><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">So normally when something gets me this "upset" I deal with it and pray, but this is gonna need more then prayers. I typically avoid "political" debates and politics and go with my gut and my own observations, but PEOPLE listen to Auntie Jen......(even if you NEVER have or NEVER do again)</div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">GET OFF YOU REAR AND VOTE NOVEMBER 6!!!!!!!!! Trust me your life depends on it and so does your loved ones life.....&nbsp;</div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"><br /></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">Now let me tell you what started my little rant today.... Couple weeks ago in class, someone mentioned that well this is going to be fun considering that we are all capped at 12 semesters for a pell grant. I did not really pay attention at that time, but asked a friend today if they had heard anything about it and the reply was no you can get a pell until you got to graduate school.... WELL let me tell ya...........&nbsp; this is what I found this morning......</div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"><span class="views-field views-field-field-preface-text"><span class="field-content"></span></span></div><h1 class="BasicParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: small;">"Did you know there’s a maximum amount of <cite title="A federal grant for undergraduate students with financial need.">Federal Pell Grant</cite> funds you can receive over your lifetime?<span class="views-field views-field-field-preface-text"><span class="field-content">Learn what the Federal Pell Grant limits are and how your remaining eligibility is calculated." ( taken from the US Dept. of Education website)</span></span></span></h1></span></span><br /><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">&nbsp;and here's where you need to check and see what you gotta do....</div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">&nbsp;<a href="http://studentaid.ed.gov/types/grants-scholarships/pell/calculate-eligibility">http://studentaid.ed.gov/types/grants-scholarships/pell/calculate-eligibility</a></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"><br /></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">So uhm yes I got this little bit of disturbing news... I am publishing the link for all my peeps who well like me had not a freaking clue. I am mad, and upset.&nbsp; Now before I go off on one of my classic rants, I heard about it through someone else, and asked someone else and then found it in on the Dept of Edu site this morning. I looked at it read it and then checked it out. I even called and voiced my concern and frustration. The reply was and I quote LeAnne at the Dept of Edu here " well your financial aid department should have sent notice to you by March of this year." EXCUSE ME? So I called the financial aid office and they were confused as to the fact that they were the ones who were supposed to let students know their reply was "we were told the dept of edu was sending notice." RIGHT! Now I get the whole "Jen you are dealing with the government" issue and the right hand forgets about the left hand but somewhere 1000's of us have missed the memo....&nbsp;</div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"><br /></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">So yep it is true, and if I missed the previous memo about this well humpt! All I can say is this is gonna hurt A LOT of folks including incoming college freshman. In the words of a local coach "THAT IS A BULLCORN PLAY AND YOU KNOW IT!" yep uhhu yep you got it. I am fit to be tied. Oh and as an added bouns, they the Dept of Edu has made this RETROACTIVE meaning like me I took classes many moons ago and well yep it counts towards my 12 semesters.! Holy hole in the donut batman get the bat phone and call up old Barrack I gotta bone to hammer over with him. Let me tell you Mr. Barrack you suck! There I said it and I am not ashamed of saying it. If you want feel free to send your cronies after me hell I will even turn myself in. Your "administration" and yourself desire a lot. Again this is truly the first time IN WRITING I have voiced my true feelings for you and your "administration." Your folks have made mention that student loan debt has surpassed credit card debt. YOU THINK? Gee don't need a degree to tell me that.... But I think what really pisses me off is the fact that we full blooded American Citizens are dealing with crap that we under the Constitution and Bill of Rights should not have to be putting up with. You want people to get a job, we have to get an education but now we are not afforded that opportunity with the "cap." So in order to now complete my degree I have to get a job and pay for it myself. Now I am not saying I am against that but I think that the Dept of Edu and your Administration should have said "ok from X date you are only allowed 12 semesters for grants!" That I can do. And gee Mr. Barrack was this little memo trapped in the thousands upon thousands of pages of the "health care bill" that really has only about 10% to do with actual healthcare? Most likely since we again American Citizens who have a given right to see it, have not been allowed unless are "leaders" voted for it. And then good luck finding a copy.! </div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"><br /></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">PEEPS, you gotta get the lead out start researching and stop listening to gossip and the media. Stop sticking your head in the sand and thinking it is gonna get better. It might but not perhaps in our lifetimes if we do not take a stand and start yelling at the top of our lungs until we can not yell any more.&nbsp; You gotta look it up for yourself and make sure that whatever it is you are seeking is not some facebook, twitter, etc gossip mill published by the media. The debates are over and I am hoping that you either watched and listened intently or at least have a clue from your own personal experience that THIS AIN'T WORKIN' FRED with Obama and his "peeps." Now I know I am gonna lose a lot of you as friends with my opinion of Obama&nbsp; it is ok i still love ya, but mark my words if you don't get off your fanny and VOTE then lord please help us all. (ya'll just remember that when I am in the federal pen, to bring me cookies and dr pepper ok got it....I hear from Martha that it ain't so bad..... Hell the man will most likely call for my head after this little rant....) </div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"><br /></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">Seriously Mr. Barrack, who in the cathair do you think you truly are? I mean sir, pardon the expression that you suck, but you have taken thriving cities and they have gone under. All but wiped off the map. You have told major corporations what to do with their head employees which well may not have been a bad thing but you have truly overstepped your authority. Veterans who have given their lives for this country, are now with families in tow living under a bridge. And you say you were bringing change. Well where is the change sir? Oh wait change perhaps we AMERICAN CITIZENS misunderstood what change really was about it is that silver stuff and some of it copper in the bottoms of our purses, pants pockets etc. No wait there is none of that left either. Let me describe for you from my own "circle" what I have witnessed in the last couple of years.. I have watched NUMEROUS friends not just acquaintances, close life long friends whose hours and pay at work were drastically cut or they were completely terminated. Only to sit for months even years since you took over without a job.&nbsp; I have numerous more who are consistently every pay day waiting for that letter of termination or phone call saying hey you have no job, including my own family. I have watched helplessly as my retired friends suffer through rising medical costs and health issues that they have to ignore cause well that ain't got the change or because the doctor no longer can help them because medicare and social security are broke. I have watched as 2 friends completely lost their houses through no fault of their own, and another who is a Veteran lose his and have to come out of retirement to take a job just to even remotely be able to keep his house. I have stood by and watched 6 thriving self employed business owners lose cars, as well as their houses and frankly lives. 2 of them are barley hanging on. So I ask you is this the change you wanted? Now I know Clintonbaby&nbsp; and Bushey there are to blame for some of it but not all of it. It seems to me that more of this has come under your watch. Seriously, you are telling us AMERICAN CITIZENS who were born here, that well you have to do this that and this and if you do not then you can sit in the Federal Pen! Am I understanding you when you say change is coming? Well I been waiting on change and it ain't here yet.. Maybe your check got lost in the mail oh wait the postal service is about to go under well ok they can have my $3.....</div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"><br /></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">&nbsp;Well really it is humerus, as if you think about it, you would have shelter, laundry service, meal service, heat and air and be allowed internet access, and a bed, and well do I need to go on? Oh and health care plus access to and education.. Holy frogs sign my happy rear up right here and now! But I digress back to the issue at hand...</div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"><br /></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">So Mr. Barrack, and fellow Barrackites, ( and yes I am using my mad black woman voice here) how you gonna tell me white, AMERICAN CITIZEN, female, mother of 3 who up until 3 years ago was a single mother making ends meet, that "well you need a job but my folks ain't gonna help you, but even if you do manage to get a degree then well there will be more training for that job that the company can&nbsp; afford to pay for&nbsp; you and well haaahaaa you have no money cause you spent all yours getting your original degree. But here just go with it maybe you can find a job maybe not". Do you not comprehend the fact that normal honest working their tail off AMERICANS are suffering here? No you honestly do not care.... Seriously Mr. Barrack, if something were to happen to my husband, my two under age 18 children would be out on the street under the nearest bridge even with me working. </div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"><br /></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">It is funny to me as well I hear that again student loan debt has reached levels of tripling credit card debt but then yet you and your flunkies pull something like this and well the only option is to take out more student loans thus increasing the debt... Wow and I am uneducated and figured that out. HOLY FROGMAN, get me a chair in Washington! Sir, you either need to put down the pipe or get a new supplier cause NOTHING you have done in 4 years has made a lick of sense. And your little pal there right behind you well he is a joker.....&nbsp;</div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"><br /></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">Again I am either gonna lose a lot of you for this, gain a few of you or well Mr. Barrack's "henchmen" may come a knocking at the door.... HAAAAAA I think I still have the right to not answer right??? Oh rest assured folks I will answer.&nbsp; And I will go quietly. You all know me well enough to know that I hardly ever speak out against "Our Commander in Chief" and do refer to them in the correct term as Mr. President, but Barrack he lost my respect long ago.... Oh sure I get on a roll at times just like the rest of us about Mr. President and not just the current one but this is really the first time I have ever out right spoken out against one in this manner. Typically I have respect for them and stand behind them no matter if I agree or not but this one well ya'll let him know that I would be happy to have a porch conversation with him any day of the week. All I can tell you is Mr. Barrack if you ever do offer me or anyone up a conversation about life in AMERICA, well you better be prepared for what is a coming in that conversation. I for one would have no problem telling you where you can stuff your junk and how to do it. I think a lot of us would do the same. </div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"><br /></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">As for our grants I do not know exactly what I am gonna do.. I guess I will just fly by the seat of me pants and hook a left instead of right. Wish me luck right???????????? So please just listen to Auntie Jen, she don't care whose team you vote for but just get out there and do it.. I am serious folks, you need to write your leaders senators, congressmen and women, governor etc. Make your voice heard literally and with your vote.&nbsp;</div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"><br /></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">There finished complete and done! Nothing more from me until the election.&nbsp; Oh and in case you are curious since the retroactive grant thing is in place yes Spring of 2013 will be my last NOT MY LAST but financial wise my last. We can not afford for me to complete my degree any more then we can afford for us to start paying back my student loans. Don't know what I am gonna do other then PRAY and PRAY that you all will go VOTE and make it know that in the words of Twisted Sister "We're not gonna take it anymore!"</div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"><br /></div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">Love, smooches, hugs, and froggie kisses</div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast">jen</div><div class="BasicParagraphCxSpLast"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-67122583678033173802012-03-25T17:35:00.000-05:002012-03-25T17:35:21.755-05:00I have had a dream!Ok so no I am not going to try and quote Dr. Martin Luther King, but I have no other way to put it. So ok I stole a little of it but the credit goes to him sort of. And yes I know it has been a while since I last blogged and not that I have been too busy or have had nothing to vent/discuss about it is just I have not done it. So that said here we go...........<br /><br />See in 2009, something inside me grabbed a hold and gave me a relentless thirst and hunger. Nothing and I mean nothing would subdue it until I followed and obeyed God. I laughed when I got that vision ok DREAM but nothing would let go until I listened and again obeyed. It was in July in the hot of the summer three days before Independence Day and so help me not only was I thirsty and hungry, but the car well was being controlled by something other then me. I knew on the 2nd of July, when I left my job at the county hospital with paycheck in hand, that I would not be returning. I knew that we, me and three kids would someway, somehow make it. I just knew. That is called faith and trust. So 5 o'clock came and I left cheery not beaten down like most days, but happy. That night, I could not sleep. I did more then toss and turn, so much so the dog even got frustrated with me and departed for the couch. I had not really discussed this dream with ANYONE! So July 3rd comes and I am up and I do mean up. I got showered and dressed told the kids I would be back. I headed coffee in hand out the door and to Texas Wesleyan University. Oh I had look at TX Woman's and TCC but NOTHING would stop me. I did not know why or how come, but it was what was being expected of me. I made the 30 minute drive to the Wesleyan neighborhood made my way up to admissions and went in. BOOM just like that it was done.I was set for some classes, and and intended major of Sociology.&nbsp; I reported to the Financial Aid office, and scheduled my Accuplacer test for the following week. Really it was that easy? Yes it was. So with that the hunger and thirst ceased to exist. It was awesome but scarey at the same time. So I went home and the "little people" whom were no coherent upon my departure had been up wondering what the heck had lit the fire under their momma. One had just returned from Alaska and the other two were simply blown out the window with their mother. So over dinner, I told them that their mother had possibly lost her mind and was going back to school full time. They never asked how we gonna eat, or do this that or the other, in fact they were my biggest supporters.&nbsp; Oh just to make sure this was what and who I was hearing from I got on line and tried to figure out if it would be cheaper for me to do my general education stuff at TCC. And you know what the thirst and hunger returned until I stopped. I called TWU in Denton, and well let us just say the reception I got was less then pleasant. They basically told me NO. FINE I hear ya God I get it now, can I please sleep? So with that I took my entrance test and scheduled my classes and at orientation, I changed my major or rather added a major of History with Secondary Certification as I let someone tell me that there were no jobs for Sociology/Social Work majors. Ok but I still want to do it. ( note Wesleyan's Sociology program is much like Social Work and not the true meaning of Sociology). Class and my "journey" of my dream began August 18, 2009. Now let us not discuss how many times my major has changed but just know I got it now... As in the words of Nike, JUST DO IT and I did. <br /><br />So since that time, life has brought me many things some good some bad. What I do know is that I have changed my major SEVERAL times since 2009. So much so that well I am at the point where I have to declare one or sink. UGH the stress of that. So here is where the DREAM begins. See I have been wrestling with this not just since a couple weeks ago with the phone call from the registrar but for a while. I talked to God and said ok you put me here why will you not make this clear what you want. Oh and I even switched schools thinking this would help. NOPE only made things worse. So with that I have been asking the good Lord what do you want what do you want from me? So since I did not get it I declared something just to get the registrar off my rump and went on. But still something was lacking. There was no satisfaction in going through the motions of what I was taking. I even got to this semester and went Lord, just let me pass every class with a C and I will be happy. This however is not what the Lord intended for me and I get that. See sometimes, we pray, and ask and even though we are still, there are things that tend to well block our dreams from coming through. I know all to well about not listening and obeying and what can happen if you do not. You wind up not being satisfied and then wind up with a lot of "junk/baggage" that you never intended to carry. I know trust me on this. But see even though I was clouded, finally it came through and funny thing is it had been right in front of me all the time, I was just missing it entirely due to well myself. Oh I thought I was obeying and listening and following and for the most part, I was, BUT like it or not something from my past opened the door up for me. See it came to me in a dream and then I began to notice things around me and things I was doing for people and to people. I guess as I have been told more then once, I have an old soul who is full of kindness and patience. HUH are you and I talking about me cause let me tell ya the later part well I laugh about it but ok if you say so. So back to my dream...<br /><br />I dreamed one night of things from a past job that was a "helping" people position. In case you do not know, I was a dispatcher for a local police/fire department. It was an odd thing for me. I had patience and no panic for others but when it came to my own family and loved ones well that went out the door. I could make everybody else feel calm and reassured but not myself. Now before you start think about it. No this was not the trying to please everybody to make them happy to make me happy it was an odd thing about me. So when "burn out" struck and I left where did I go? Well I stayed home with the "little people" but I got tired of that and well went into another helping position of sorts. I went to work in the Special Education Department in a local school district. Yes I enjoyed it but again I was not satisfied and soon found myself bored and hungry ( oh that word ) for more. I played with going back to school and did at a vocational place and well whatever that blew.. So then, I went to work for a friend whose husband is an attorney. Well yes I liked it and she and I discussed me going to paralegal school and eventually becoming an attorney which had been a childhood dream. I considered it but lurking was another opportunity in a helping position, with the State of Texas. Alright you are the good Lord and I suppose you know what you are doing but seriously I have no tolerance for the complaining and crying that goes on with this job. So I sucked it up and did it. I went to work for Health and Human Services in a capacity to approve or deny folks for public assistance. I know it was as my dispatchers job, a severely thankless job but in a weird way I enjoyed it. So what am I glutton for punishment? I suppose. But again I still lacked something to keep me tied to that ball and chain. I toyed with the idea of going back to school and still working there but then things in life got in the way. So I found another job closer to home ( I was working in Denton at HHSC ) again in Special Education until a turn of events forced me to leave. Looking back on those events, how much clearer could my answer have been? I mean when the kid over dosed and wound up in rehab, I was surrounded by my dream. Hang on I will explain.<br /><br />So see God had put in my path people such as psychologists, social workers, and an assortment of other mental health folks or folks that help people "rebuild" their lives. I just heard it and saw it and smirked really I am not the one you want helping these folks, as well you know my life is all sorts of messed up beyond repair or FUBAR as they say. HA seriously God was wanting me of all people ME to do this. I just kept right on laughing so HE turned up the heat and gave me just enough to keep me tethered to the bean pole hanging in the wind and what a wind it has been. So back to me dream. I had just about given up when one night, HE gave me a dream or vision of sorts. I talked to the Honeyboo and told him what I was thinking about doing and he said PRAY. Ok fine was hoping you dear, loving husband love of my life would have given me a better answered. And oh from my three sisters from other mothers well the reaction was about the same.. FINE SOME HELP YOU PEOPLE ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just know I love you anyway. But see here is what I was missing, even though it is a smidgen hard for me to have patience and tolerance for my own family it is rather natural and easy for me to listen to others and help. I do not know why but it is. So that said I know this school getting my degree train has about worn some of you clean out but know that this time, I have it. I listened. I saw, and prayed. I heard and since I "gave in" things have been a little slower in my life. Oh I still have 4 semesters to go but at least I will be on the right track with the train. Oh and in case you have not discovered it, I am supposed to be a Social Worker. I have listened to the far left about how they make no money and how it is a meaningless job at times and how unrewarding it can be and I know that but for me that is not what it is about. God is gonna get me through it. I have faith and trust that this is what I am supposed to do. So just breathe and go with it! This summer, I will begin at Weatherford College in their Mental Health Provider program until I can transfer on into Tarleton to finish. And yes, I have in writing what will transfer and what won't. In any case after the Fall 2012, I can at least start reaping some rewards of my work and effort as a Substance Abuse Counselor. Then while working part time doing that, it is intended for me to go onto Tarleton and get my BSW and possibly my Masters in Social Work. And yes even though I want to go to Law School, perhaps when God says Ok, I will go but for now, this is what and where I am supposed to be. And it all started with a silly dream. <br /><br />I hope that this will help just one of you. I hope that you will learn to listen and look at what God is throwing at you. See for me I was so burnt out from dispatching that I wanted NOTHING to do with anything like it including helping people. This was my rebellion against God. Ok got it hear ya loud and clear and am following.<br /><br />I love you all...... =)jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-24089584666164576962012-02-07T07:21:00.000-06:002012-02-07T07:21:12.730-06:00Part IIAlright so when I left you in suspense, they had given me a shot to induce labor that had halted. <br /><br />So here we go up and down this rollercoaster and finally around 3:00 p.m. the nurse (not nurse Carol- she was there already) came in and they discussed things and well let us say we all moved quickly. Carlos at this point had reduced to a puddle on the floor yes he passed out... Thank goodness Carol was there. The stomach pain was worse and Dr. Reed really did not make it in time. It was both nurses who delivered Javi at 3:09 p.m. All 7 pounds 11 ounces of him. But it was a race for life charlie brown....<br /><br /><br />Dr. Reed came in as Carol and the delivery nurse were working on Javi. It was not good. Dr. Reed sprung into action and began yelling things like get NICU team here and other things. I knew something was not right. I kept asking what was wrong and Carol kept telling me nothing. Finally Dr. Reed let an older gentleman take over his spot and came to the bedside. The words he told me scared me. He told me that the umbilical cord was around Javi's neck and that he was not breathing. They were doing everything possible to get him to breathe. For what seemed like hours but in reality was only 3 minutes Javi did not breathe. During this time, people came in and out and in and out. I was cold and I remember screaming for them to stop and let me hold him. IT was there at this point that Javi opened his eyes and screamed. And it was a scream loud enough that folks passing by in the hallway heard him. So there he was breathing and coughing. They made sure he was not going to stop breathing again and brought him to me... All he seemed to want to do was eat!<br /><br />So there it is, how the runt went from 7-11 to be 16 today all 6-4 of him...jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-38366380720332450602012-02-06T07:11:00.000-06:002012-02-06T07:11:50.784-06:00Part IThis is a two part story... You have to bear with me and just go with it. But this is how it all began...<br /><br />It was 1996. Number 2 as we called him was not due for two more weeks. Valentine Day to be exact. It was a hard pregnancy. Two amniocentesis, combined with strep and the flu and an assortment pack of other major issues. At the last amnio, the doctor told us that there could problems with the baby. Connective tissue and Down's syndrome were prevalent in all tests. We prepared to deal with the worst as the doctor laid it on the line and told us the baby had a high chance of being still born. Not the words you want and need to hear but I thank her for her honesty to this day. And they asked us at every sonogram and amnio if we wanted to know the baby's sex and we declined. <br /><br />Now here is the odd and funny part if you will. My doctor at the time was pregnant so was her nurse. And to add to this, all 3 of us were due only a week apart with the doctor scheduled to deliver first, then me then the nurse. As if there is not enough proof in the world that it is a small world, the nurse lived 5 blocks from us at that time. So I went in for my usual daily visit as I had been going in every other day then every day since 25 weeks, and low and behold on the 6th of February, the doctor delivered her baby girl. Great I thought. Wonderful. Will the substitute doc know what to do with me and for me?? Oh he did.... I went in and Carol the nurse sent me upstairs to his office after she did her thing and told me about Dr. Parker. I was happy and she and I laughed as we joked about delivering on the same day. I saw the substitute doc who rush ordered a sonogram not the typical one but a more exhaustive one. We waited in his office for the results. He came in with a worried look on his face. He looked at Carlos and me and the chart seriously. He then utter these words and I have no clue why they haunt me to this day but they do " the baby is going to be uh rather large and I am concerned about delivery I did the exhaustive testing to make certain the lungs are working and I am scheduling you to induction tomorrow morning." Huh?? What do you mean tomorrow morning? I mean the baby is not set to come until Valentine's Day.. "well I am thinking this baby maybe as large as your first baby and I do not want to put you through that stress and everything is fine with the baby it is breathing and the lungs are working." Fine perhaps you do know what you are doing but ok.... So off we go back home to prepare for the baby.... Neither of us nor the house were ready and Gus sure was not but he got to go to Granny's and spend the night so he really did not care...<br /><br />Later that evening as we began getting ready and went to bed, my stomach started to hurt in the weirdest spot. I assumed it was gas pains from all the coughing and all that. Well let me tell ya, this baby must have heard the doctor and heard what time we had to be at the hospital which by the way was check in at 3 a.m. A little after midnight, my water broke and Carlos ( god love him ) was so nervous and anxious that yes I literally had to drive myself contractions and all to the hospital.... The contractions were mild or so I was told but I just know my back freaking hurt and so did my stomach. Lord could it be my appendix I thought? I mean why not I had had everything else under the sun during that pregnancy. So heading down I-30 into the hospital district I told Carlos you may have to drive I am getting dizzy and sick at my stomach all the while he is heaving into the trash can. We made it to Harris downtown and were rushed upstairs. I have not a clue to this day who parked the car, I just know that the labor and delivery nurse brought the keys to us shortly after we arrived.<br /><br />The nurses scanned the paperwork and were like we are not supposed to see you for 2 more hours what happened?? Hell if I could answer that I would be able to make my stomach stop hurting. Carlos was trying to convey to Granny over the phone in broken spanglish where we were and what happened. Evidently it did not translate well as she sent&nbsp; mother to our house and from there her deductive reasoning skills kicked in and she finally made it to the hospital. An hour after our arrival at the hospital, everything stopped as in someone hit the switch and turned it off. <br /><br />From the hallway, I could hear a familiar, comforting voice of Dr. Parker, barking out orders and yelling for Dr. Reed the substitute. The door burst open and in she came. I told her she had looked better as remember she had delivered only hours earlier. So here we go with the nasty stuff to make labor begin again and here goes my stomach ache again.<br /><br />Finally at 2:30 p.m. that afternoon we got somewhere and it took nurse Carol holding my hand. And from there it was all down hill as they say.<br /><br />So now I am keeping you in suspense until later.......jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-42810135499662182782012-01-06T21:57:00.000-06:002012-01-06T21:57:26.229-06:00What to do What to do??????So a week ago, I was preparing to send Blondie off into the wild blue yonder of the world. I had promised my self I would not let him see my cry. This was after all, his decision. But none the less, it was going to be hard. I knew this. So Saturday morning rolled around and off we went to the north. No not to Alaska but Oklahoma half way between Blondie's home and that other place known as Kansas. Well Blondie made it a almost a week before the text messages and calls began with I WANT TO COME HOME or my favorite HOW MUCH IS A TRAIN TICKET? I spoke with him and we discussed and cussed it and decided he would stay until months end. Ok fair and square. He was gonna stick with the plan. Done end of argument.<br /><br />Until this afternoon. I got a call. Blondie's number came up on my phone. I knew it was unusual so I hurriedly answered it. OK I was in traffic on 30 at the 35 split but I answered it cause well my baby might need me! AND BOY DID HE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Through the years I have learned the sounds of my monkey's voice when it is something and when it is not. I could hear the tears falling. So I asked him what was wrong and his reply stopped my heart. He told me he was at the hospital and the nurse needed to talk to me. PANIC is not the word for what happened especially at 65 miles an hour.. Ok 75 but who saw my speed o meter??? HUh HUH??? What I thought.... The nurse sweet sounding and motherly like tone explained what she could.... That he had been brought in by ambulance, and that at this time they were waiting on the orthopedic surgeon to read and review the x ray but his foot and ankle were broken and there may be a chance for surgery. HOLD THE BAT PHONE! I am 700 miles from my baby and you are gonna do what when and where? OH I DO NOT THINK SO watch this. I bet my hiney would have made it to Kansas in record time. Ok so at the safe speed I was doing I had by this point missed the 35 North exit.... hmmmmm good thing..... So I gave the nurse the information she needed and she hung up... WAIT PUT BLONDIE BACK ON THE LINE&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;.....<br /><br />So I came on home calling honeyboo immediately after hanging up with Blondie and the wait began. It seemed like forever but it was only about an hour. Long short of it, no surgery is needed at this time. It is like a fracture but not completely in two. They call it a "buckle fracture." So here I sit.<br /><br />Blondie called and to quote " I am done with this place I am coming home one way or another!" Ok ok lovely son I&nbsp; hear ya, but I am trying... So my quandary is this........ GO GET HIM LIKE A WORRIED MOMMY SHOULD or LET HIM SURVIVE????? UUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH<br /><br />I mean I get it, if he was off in the military, I could not go get him. OH believe me I would try but most likely FAIL epically.... He is only in Kansas so I could go.... But I digress we have to wait for a phone call tomorrow to verify some information BEFORE I can make that mommy decision....<br /><br />Why oh why does mommyhood have to be this difficult???<br /><br />Smooches<br />Nighty Nite......jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-90750126576953065632011-11-05T09:57:00.000-05:002011-11-05T09:57:37.431-05:00Where every gray hair on my head comes from...............<div style="color: black;"><b>Today, is a hard day for me. Today, marks an event that changed my life forever 19 years ago.&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>So bear with me and get the kleenex cause you are gonna need it. And yes every gray hair on my head is from him. They have been nicknamed with according dates.... </b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>19 years ago today, Augustus Dalton, (a.k.a Monkey man, Blondie, Sunshine, Jose, Gusbuster and little Turd) came into this world. Oh it was trying. I was alone, scared and drugged out of my head. I had not a clue in the world what I was gonna do with a baby. Nope not a clue. All I knew was the boy could eat with the best of them. Did I mention I was drugged out of my head????? </b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Oh there were times, during his infancy when I wanted to give up. One time stands out in my little head, vividly. He had an massive ear infection. The doctor had given him antibiotics and baby tylenol to take. He would scream uncontrollably for hours. I put him on the dryer so he could sleep and I could as well. Granny found us that day asleep on the dryer and asked me what was next the microwave? I told her she better not wake him up and that no the dishwasher was my next plan. So here we go into the next morning with him screaming in pain. I used 4 tanks of gas driving around Tarrant and Parker counties with him screaming and sleeping and screaming (this folks is how I learned my way around these two counties! need directions, just ask....).. We shall not mention the red lights I ran pretty sure the statue of limitations has run and thank peanuts there were no red light cameras... I had it. I loaded him in the car hoping that the magic of the car would help calm him and drove straight to the doctor's office. I marched in with him screaming. Come on kid you have to lose your voice at some point... Nope not Gusbuster. I handed him to the nurse as she could hear him screaming and promptly told her she could return him when he turned 18 that there was no way I was capable of doing this. She laughed and said now come on let us see why he is screaming. I said NO you can give him back when he is 18. Now the nurse and her counter part had "raised" me and one of them was holding the screamer and the other blocking the door to stop my exit. NOT FUNNY!!! (lesson learned, never use your pediatrician as your child's pediatrician, it will get ugly.) Turns out the medicine well Mr. Gus was allergic to so I took him back. I am glad I did. I would have missed obtaining all these gray hairs on my head. Oh and this is just one of the many many stories of Gus and Me.&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Mostly, I am proud that I never gave up on him. And he never gave up on me. I am proud of who he has become, a young man. He has had many trials and tribulations to over come in his 19 years. Some of them most of us could not even begin to imagine ourselves there. And then there have been the ones that by his decisions he has gone through. None the&nbsp; less, he has never given up. He is a persistent little fart knocker with the blond hair. He can make you laugh like no other person. He can make you want to smack him like no other person. ( I do not know where he gets it from). </b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>Gus, has been to the bottom and back. He has been in between. He has learned from him momma's mistakes and thank peanut, rainbows and cucumbers he is not a father ( although he tells me he is for shock value ). He has broken my heart so many times, it was easier to keep count of the gray hairs. He has made me tear up with the slightest thing he says. For example the whole pumpkin thing. And the latest "what do you want to do for your birthday?" "uh well I had uh planned on seeing my girlfriend..." OMG OMG OMG ( I am gonna have to give that little well I won't say it but you get it right????) UGHHHHHHHHHH REJECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>So here I sit on your 19th day of life reflecting on some of the stuff that I, your mother, did and wondering how on this planet you are still living... I mean there was the time when Oh I may get it for that one so I won't mention it....&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>So Sunshine, I am proud of you and who you are slowly becoming. I am glad that you have turned out as good as you have. I am glad that you make me laugh, cry and have given me gray hairs ( yes son you and you alone have given me every gray hair on my head ). I am glad that you took that giant step and are in college, and are considering being a fireman. I am glad you finally learned to drive (although that has added to my gray hair collection). I am glad your brothers have you as it is funny when you chew them out for something they did that you did many years ago. I am glad you encourage them to do their best. And I am glad that you tell me from time to time when it gets to rough "you never let me fail mom and I am not gonna let you fail."&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>So as you go off into the 19th year of your life, know that no matter how far away you are or what time of day or night it maybe, momma is still there to tell you to nut up, dust yourself off and try again.&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><br /></b></div><b style="color: black;">I LOVE YOU AUGUSTUS DALTON!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</b>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-73497911562640899772011-10-31T21:36:00.001-05:002011-10-31T21:37:38.161-05:00And then again..........<div style="color: black;">Happy Halloween first and foremost... I miss it.. The "little people" are now are to "grown up" for it..&nbsp; They wanted me to go buy a bag of candy and let them ring the bell and give it to them..... WHATEVER!!!!!! I mean seeing my friends and their youngest ones is making me well sappy!!!!!!!!! I miss how Blondie, the Eskimo and Curly used to go "I wanna be this or that." OH and the endless searching for the right outfit, that I do not miss...But truly I miss them getting all "cuteed" up and going about.. I do. And that brings me to this...... Then again maybe I do not miss it.....</div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;">See the week of Halloween precedes a life changing event for me... Five short days AFTER trick or treat came, the Blondie came into this world. Oh let me tell you it started on Halloween that year, only when I went to the hospital, they kindly patted me on the head and told me "first babies are always late." Huh really I get that after 18 years the boy has never mark these words never been on time for a thing. Typically he skirts in on the skin of his teeth, But seriously... So off and on I went about my business acting like I had good sense and pretended to know half way what I was doing but then again.......</div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;">So we get through Halloween, and BAM November 5, he sprung out like a rocket into life and the world. Now, I look at him just like this morning, when I asked him if he wanted a pumpkin to carve tonight as I have done for 18 years and he goes "I guess." HUH wait who are you and where is my little punkin head that got mad last year when I did not go get one... The eskimo and curly, had declined as well they had a game and practice tonight.. But Blondie turned me down. OH THE REJECTED FEELING.... He then looked at me with this confused look much like I had and it hit me. I started to cry, no sob as I was driving. "Mom pull over and let me drive" No I will be fine. That realization made me bawl even more..</div><div style="color: black;">Why was I crying? Has he grown up too much? Has he not left the "nest" quick enough? And then again..... </div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;">No Blondie, here is why.... Last year you turned 18. Everybody asked me if I was emotional. Well I was a little, but this year, as you approach 19 to darn quick, it is about to kill your momma. I guess in my little world, you would always be 18 and never get older. And then again..... So yes Blondie, I was bawling because you have become a young man who now can vote, drive, go into the military, who has enrolled in college, and is considering being a fireman ( please note you always wanted to be 3 things, an astronaut, a trash man, and captain john smith) and now you have a "girl" in your life (all I am gonna say is she better be good to you or momma will have a talking with her). So this is way too much on ya momma. Cut me some slack boy, before I pull out those blonde hairs and send you to indefinite time out. It pains my being to see you pull out the driveway and off to that college you go...Much like the Daisy Lu I have considered biting the tires to keep you from going (oh yes Daisy Lu says you have grown up to fast as well). I just want you to go and get a costume and be happy with your pillow case going door to door, street to street, getting candy and then settling up in the middle of the floor with your brothers. And then again..........</div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;">So Blondie in 5 days there shall be another blog ALL ABOUT YOU!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;">Happy Halloween</div><div style="color: black;">Nighty Nite,</div><div style="color: black;">Smooches</div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;">PS- He asked me as I was on the way out of the driveway to get Curly, if I got a pumpkin.....</div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-81008233136213224152011-10-06T22:21:00.000-05:002011-10-06T22:21:01.198-05:00How do you know???<div style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">So perhaps, I stole that line from a movie. But lately that question has me stumped. </span>No more like perplexed. It all started with a friend who is going through something in life and she stated " I stopped being me because I had to but how do I find me?" Well ok so believe it or not, that left me speechless, dead in my tracks and breathless. It has had me thinking which all something we know I should not do. In fact I was told once upon moon that "you should not go into your mind alone as it is a scary neighborhood." Well ok but seriously I have ponder many a sleepless night over this statement.</div><div style="color: black;">So when did I stop being "me?" I have not an honest clue about that but I know that I have and it has not occurred recently.&nbsp; So I began the trudge backward from where I am right now to long ago and far away in that scary neighborhood. Ladies and Gentlemen, it has not been a fun trip or ride at Disney World. Not more like the ancient (as the "little people here" call it) ride on the spelunker cave at 100 miles an hour. It has brought well not so good feelings toward some folks, and others now I understand why they acted they way they have toward me. I am not selfish we all know that nor am I greedy (ok when it comes to peanut m&amp;ms or coffee) nor would I not lend a hand. I was not raised as a spoiled child. I did have a lot of "things" but I did have other "wants" that I understand now I could not have. I was not beaten severly as a child but I did get the flyswatter more then a few thousand times, (in fact if I had my way no one on this planet would own one), and I never ( praise God ) wound up in jail or major trouble (and yes the statue of limitations has run on those things) but all in all I was a good kid.&nbsp;</div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;">Ok so why am I in such a quandary you ask? Because, when I was younger, I never really identified with who I was to make me who I am now. Long short of it, I was the youngest of a sibling and myself and my two cousins. All older with the youngest being 8 when I was born. I was raised you could say as an adult as where we lived there were no other kids to play with on the block. I was the "adult child." I then plunged through that along with&nbsp; early adolescent years waxing and waning, into my mid teen years. I learned to drive but a major life event caused me to go from 15 to 35 in a heartbeat. I had to become an adult over night literally. I had to take care of an aging family member yet was expected to go on about my business as any other teen. At the young age of 17 almost 18, I ran off. I could no longer live life. I was boxed in and suffocating. Things and circumstances happen and I eventually came back but this time, it was with child in toe. (hence why I am 40 and in college) I never got to experience most of what my friends did; things like homecomings, and proms, and all that jazz. Oh now before you start I know that there are kids who never get it, but just ask them what I am telling you about not having a "teenhood" to speak of. No I am not bitter or upset over this, but it has a major impact on who I am and how i got to where I am. I had a job, and family responsibilities. And yes that precious little baby, I was too young but he was mine and nothing was going to change that. </div><div style="color: black;">Figuring it&nbsp; up all out has not been hard, but fixing what can be has been. And honestly I am not certain that I know how nor is there really anyone who can help me. When I sought help, for this issue, I was told by more then one professional that there is nothing you can do to change it. Ok so how do I fix it or at least resolve it so that I can discover me? And I got many a blank stare. And then they tell me that it has to do with the fact my father was not around, yadda yadda.... I am not sold on any of this other then, I grew up way to fast and had no alternative but to go with the flow. </div><div style="color: black;">So I am beginning a journey to find out what exactly I have done with me and who is me. I reiterate that it is not a joyful ride and I am not sure where it will end. Or if I will even like then end result. But at the end of the day, it is what it is and what I make of it. I am hoping, no more like praying that this will help me to figure me out.&nbsp;</div><div style="color: black;">So on your road, if you happen to see me looking somewhat like a Flat Stanley (if you have kids you know who Stanley is- and if not Google it) pick me up and blow into one of my fingers and re inflate me....</div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;">Smooches,</div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;">Nighty Nite.</div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-83208244772569050342011-09-25T14:34:00.000-05:002011-09-25T14:34:20.570-05:00And the Storm Rages on.......Conflict is described by Websters Dictionary as competitive or opposing action of incompatibles and mental struggle resulting from need, drive, wishes or external and internal demands. And before any of you hit the panic button and declare crowd control this is not about me and Honeyboo.<br /><br />I describe it as PURE HELL!!!!!!!!!!! The later for the last year I have wrestled with daily. Oh what to do what to do! Go left in the road or go right in the road or just make my own road. I have relied on faith to get me where I am and to help me with the internal conflict but lately, I am not certain I am hearing what I should be. I can picture in my head my little "angels" who I named Fred and Ethel, fighting continuously and the good Lord just shaking his head in disgust at me and chuckling under his breath all the while going yes Jen, watch this now!! Well I am not laughing in fact I am becoming tired and restless. I am tired of fighting my Fred and Ethel ( I picture them with those blow up bats whacking away at each other going no it is my turn not its mine). I am tired of feeling one leg up four feet down the hole. I am relying on God to push me in the right direction. But my need right now is WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??? WHICH WAY DO YOU WANT ME TO GO????? I hear ya but then I hear ya again. Which is it or is this a silly game you like to play with me to test my faith in you? Just when I think I have it figured out you push in the opposite direction! Well no more MR! I think I am gonna make my own road and see what happens.. HA fat chance...<br /><br />But all kidding aside, I fight with myself day in day out. It is becoming that Honeyboo has noticed. Oh now again I do not need to be committed to the State institution for the insane well maybe I do but it is hell I tell ya hell. Or maybe I am terrified that I will not make it so I keep selling myself short and that is when the big guy steps in and says OK but I shall give you an unquenching thirst and hunger until you listen and follow as I say. I am not sure but I gotta have a serious chat with Fred and Ethel and THE BIG GUY. So then I say "self there is a reason he put you here and a reason he wants you to do this FIRST and then move onto the other." But my "self" does not always listen. Who knows. All I know is the Good Lord needs to swoop in down on my pea punkin head and bash me, Fred and Ethel FAST! Ok maybe he did that could explain the massive headache I have carried for the last two months or perhaps it is the kidney stone I still have. Either way, I just want to be happy and know what it is I am supposed to do. I need to hear it loud and clear.<br /><br />But internal conflict is an issue. Those who know me know that up until this last year, I have not had an issue with it. I think part of my problem is GUILT! Oh not when I eat something I know I should not like pork, or chocolate or fried, greasy stuff but GUILT! Most of it is over the fact that Honeyboo has taken a vow of poverty with me and he honestly ( yes I am bawling ) stands beside and behind me on this school to get a career thing. What brings my guilt to the surface is the fact I feel like I can not help financially to his cause and the poor creature is working himself to death trying to make it for us. And then there are the times, when reality sets in and I go ok but he deserves his day in the sun as well. And the kids, even though they are older, they still need me even if they do not realize it. Take Curly for instance, had to take him in yesterday to the sports clinic to get an xray and looked at. Nothing major just some deep bone bruising in the growth plates and a pulled Achilles tendon but my point is, he needed momma to make it stop hurting and feel better, well that and some ice cream. But like going to the dentist we honestly can not afford it and had I done this years ago, maybe I would not feel guilty over that. Then there is the Gma. Yes, I feel like in some ways I am responsible for her financial downfall even though I know she created it. I just go well I had not have taken this poverty vow, she would maybe be ok.<br /><br />So I am gonna go and sleep and see what the good Lord brings me in my dreams. Maybe I will have my answer and be able to move along down the yellow brick road. Who knows.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />Smooches.....jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-84640890222170876332011-09-14T09:35:00.000-05:002011-09-14T09:35:55.491-05:00Where were you 4/19/95?So if this date does not ring a bell for you, perhaps you should Google it and see as you are one of the many who have forgotten what happened...I have stewed on this for a few days, taming my emotions, and well have been a little busy to be able to post this. For some of you, you will say this blog post is full of jealousy. Some of you will say I am trying to minimize the events of 9-11. Neither is true, it just seems as though America has forgotten the first terror attack on this nation. All be it, "homegrown" or actual "trial run," it happened none the less. And the pain of this event has not been forgotten by all. In case you can not access Google, let me refresh your memory!<br /><br />On the morning of April, 19, 1995 at 9:02 a.m., a coward, named Timothy McVeigh&nbsp; cased the streets of Oklahoma City in a rented truck filled with explosives. Mr. McVeigh, parked the rented truck outside the Alfred P. Murrah Federal building which housed, numerous federal, state and local offices as well as an on site day care center. He parked&nbsp; got out and walked away to watch as the truck blew killing 168 people including 19 children and injuring over 800 people before taking off. Co Conspirator, Terry Nichols, ( It is not clear if Nichols was actually at the scene or just waiting near by) had a car waiting by to get McVeigh out of the scene. Michael Fortier was found guilty of knowing of the plot and was charged as an accessory. <br /><br />I will not forget just as with 9-11 what I was doing. It is just as it happened yesterday. Frankly, I had a 2 year old, had just lost baby number 2 and was at home doing dishes. I caught a glimpse of something on the TV and quickly read the underlying caption that it was from Oklahoma City. I stood frozen as people, some covered with blood and debris, were running screaming with no destination in mind. It was about this point that the first responders began to shove people further back as they suspected there was going to be another explosion. In the background you could see the building, shattered glass, and pieces hanging. This was the first time I, in my life had witnessed something this horrific and terrifying. I remember thinking what has happened? It did not sink in. Just as another explosion occurred, my phone rang. I suspected it was my Granny and answered with a hey. It was not. It was my best friend. Jen he said and my blood went cold is the TV on he asked. Yes it is, what has happened in OK city? So I breifely told him what was going on and before I could ask why he told me something I was not sure I understood. His Aunt, whom I loved as one of my own was in that building. She worked for Social Security. My blood went even colder in fact it froze. I asked him what he wanted me to do and he said pray, I am headed north. I told him just to hold off and let us see what happened. He argued back and forth with me and none of my persuasion would do. He went. As the news went on, and I learned that there was a chance someone I cared about was injured or worse, it was learned that the main impact of the explosion was under the on site day care center. I grabbed my little blondie and hugged him a little tighter as the tears began to flow. We learned a few days later that Aunt Dink had perished. With that news, I packed and we went to be with "family."<br /><br /><br />It has been speculated over the years that McVeigh and his "partner" Terry Nicholas had ties to the same folks that master minded 9-11. It also needs to be said that there is speculation that McVeigh cruised the streets in Fort Worth, in that same truck that morning early before he made the trek to Oklahoma. I understand the mass causality count was not as high or the event itself was as horrific as 9-11 but still it seems as though we have as a nation forgotten about Oklahoma and that in reality it was a terrorist attack on our nation. I know there had been bombings at the World Trade Centers before this date but it was just bombings as they say and they never honestly could say those were terror attacks. Oklahoma City seems forgotten but the majority of this nation. The 10th Anniversary warranted about a 30 second clip on the local and national news. There has been no fan fare and pomp and circumstance in the remembrance of it as a nation as a whole. The state of Oklahoma has done there own. In fact they sent teams of folks to help.<br /><br />My point is this, and I really do not care whom it angers, Oklahoma will always be near and dear to my heart, just as much as 9-11 and New York City will be. We need not forget what happened that day. We need not forget how many innocent just as that fateful day in September how many innocent people lost their lives and how many children were affected by the event. Here is a little bio in case you are curious:<br /><br /><br />168 Deaths<br />19 Children<br />1 Resuce worker<br />30 Children Orphaned<br />219 Children lost one Parent<br />462 people homeless<br />7000 left with a place to work<br />387,000 people knew someone who was killed or injured<br /><br />Over 300 buildings were destroyed by the blast.<br /><br />So now that you look at it that way, it is just as horrific as 9-11. Oh not on the grand scale but none the less it is. Over 1,000 people survived-some with emotional scares, some with physical scars, some with both. Both events should serve as a reminder to us, American, One Nation under God, that life is precious no matter how less the loss or how great the loss. Oklahoma has continued to recover just as New York has and both have helped each other in the healing process. <br /><br />So just as "We never forget 9-11, we should never forget 4-19-95."jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-441941914506639752011-08-14T19:18:00.000-05:002011-08-14T19:18:40.744-05:00In Laws, Family and Others......Ok so the strike is going well. Not a one has offered up a union rep with an offer for me to look at. Although I did scrub the kitchen today. And now I am gonna sit and be lazy! But this week has been full of well jab, barbs, and words. Not nice ones at that... Advice has been solicited, and taken and ignored but most importantly, words have cut like knives. And it has not happened to just one person I know and love but a lot of ya. So here we all know I do not give advice unless ya ask and I will give you my opinion if you ask and you may not want that answer, but here I am giving some needed advice to those effected by words this week. And most likely this blog is gonna insure my spot in hell as I am certain I am gonna step on a toe or three. I do not care, grow up deal with it. <br /><br />Now, when it comes to Family, you are pretty much stuck with what you got. Oh believe me I have wanted to create a family store where when we want a new one we can go purchase one. Yes I would offer a discount. Families are like grapes. There usually is a bunch of them. Some are tart, some sour, some sweet and some rotten as can be. There are ones filled with seeds, and without. So you get it. But families have a way with words, that well can be more then hurtful and damaging. It goes with that old adage, "chose your words wisely they can and will hurt you." Or "it may not be what you say, but the manner and tone in which you say it." The later is true. More often then not, I will say something and it just comes out wrong. I typically apologize but the times when it was warranted I do not.&nbsp; Now, Lord knows I am not one to give advice on this as well I have had my fair share with my sibling and it played out before all to see. We have come to an agreement and have settled things and are now meeting eye to eye ( well her eye to my nose since she is not only older but taller.... ohhhhh I may get it for that older comment ). None the less it was a case of what was said was not that bad but the way it was said. And it is no ones fault.&nbsp; So siblings, parents, cousins, etc., watch how you say what you say...<br /><br />No In laws, well there is s subject. I have had one mother in law who I would have loved to have run over with a south bound train. Oh that woman just her name even now, sends rage through my blood. I would see her number come up on caller ID and well as in the movie Smokey and the Bandit when Bufurd T Justice wears the heart monitor, yep if I would have had one, it would have beep until it exploded. God love her she is gone now, but NOTHING and I mean NOTHING I did was right. And hell she lived 400 miles away. When the wind blew in from the north, I was certain she would be coming any second. Advice giving, nose where it don't belong mother in law. So there you go. Now mother in law #2 well that was fun. Not only did this woman give birth to 9 children, she did it without the aid of a hospital, and no drugs. Anyway, she lived in not only another state but country. And this helped as there was a language barrier. I am pretty certain she cussed me out more the once. No she never did. But we had our own thing. We communicated and go along. If she shoved me, I moved. If she needed something she would demonstrate just like the day she needed shampoo. She started scrubbing at her head making a whoosh noise and I got it she needed shampoo. She did learn some English and not dirty words from me.. More importantly, she loved me and her grandsons. Still does, when she comes to town, she begs Rodrigo for me until he brings her to me or I come there. I think maybe she loves, my left over I do not want clothes pile she gets but just let me live in my little fantasy world. I can tell you this, you mess with her and I might just have to whoop up on ya. Mother in law #3 is fun. She is as devious as me and gives her son just as I do a hard time. Her only advice has been "use the squirt bottle I tell ya." And I get that. MIL 3 though god love her met me for the first time AFTER we had been married almost half a year. It was a surprise visit on Mother's Day. She had no clue we were coming, and I added to that by sending her a text about how "little honeyboo" was making me cook. Well she offered a few kind caring words and then busted out when she opened the front door and there we stood. It was priceless. She was more nervous about her house then anything. TRUST ME THE HOUSE WAS FINE!!!!!!!!!!!! With a little help from "big honeyboo", we managed to keep her from making dinner and a pie that day. But MIL 3 well I feel bad. I wish we lived closer to her or vice versa. I feel bad at times, as well we live with my mom and help her. I wish that my monkeys, could help her mow, and various things. At least just go visit. Oh now before any of you start, yes MIL 2 lived over 1200 miles from us, but she has 2 sons living there and comes to visit about 4 times a year. MIL 3 has no clue what life would be if we were just closer. My point is, these two extraordinary women, that God has besieged on my life, have no clue that just them being there and listening to me when I need to vent about life's "blessings" is more then enough. I am sure one of them only pretends to understand as she can't really but MIL 3 well I have laid it on her at times. Hell when I got rear ended and honeyboo was out of pocket, I called her. At least she acted afraid for me and had pity on me. She did not offer advice but love and compassion.<br /><br />Now I am getting to the point here so just keep your undies on ok...... Recently, words were said even if they were not intended to be said that hurt someone I love and care about. It made said loved one extremely uncomfortable and a question was asked that WE felt this way as well. I can assure you it is not how we feel and wish we could change things. I hope said loved one understands that under different circumstances then the present we would be there more often. See how the words that were laid out hurt? <br />It sucks. Now loved one has to wonder if we are speaking the truth or not. Rest assured loved one we are. So again whether you are a MIL or family WATCH your mouth and what you say and how you say it. You might be speaking out of your ear and not mouth with what you say. And do not keep compounding matters with your feelings and thoughts and making them everybody else's.....<br /><br />As for the others, well dearest dearest big friend. I understand why you did what you did, and understand you have a valid point, but sometimes, folks just can not see the forest for the trees. And no you did not mention any names or call anyone out BUT they knew as they were guilty. They knew. That is why they deleted you and chose to draw you into a massive immature argument. So my advice here is the same watch what you say, and how. And know that folks sometimes when they know the truth, try and defend at no costs. Take comfort in the fact that some day, some way, they will get theirs. It might not be by you, but know someone has their number and they will get it.<br /><br />So dear friends, loved ones, family, and others, rest assured if I ever say anything to you that upsets, you or is out of line let me know, and I will change it. Most likely this blog is gonna open me up for WW3 but I really do not care. People tend to say things and encompass everybody just because they have an opinion or thought.<br /><br />I love you MIL 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />smooches, loves, and hugs. jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-52854609976915618492011-08-11T22:29:00.000-05:002011-08-11T22:29:50.216-05:00The Maid and why I am on strike.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a 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/></a></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><div style="color: #20124d;">Ahhh yes... I posted this picture tonight on my Facebook. I have discovered that it is not just me who has an issue with it has to be perfect, no it is not that in the least. Fact is I have discovered that lately I have been plagued with more then I can handle. My anxiety attacks are back. My blood pressure is up. I dry heave. I feel like I have swallowed a brick and it is sitting at the bottom of my esophagus. My back is cramping and I have not done this in years, I am telling you YEARS!!!!!!!!! (well maybe 3 but you understand) And I am flat worn out. One would sumize that well I need help, but the virus that is running rampant in this house is extremely contagious and there seems to be no cure the dreaded <b>momwilldoit </b>virus. I have consulted the CDC, our family practitioner and other health/disease specialists and am told that there is no vaccine or antibiotic to assist with this virus. It has to run its course and can be deadly or take years to cure. Well perhaps I should change my major and work on a cure for this disease. </div><div style="color: #20124d;"><br /></div><div style="color: #20124d;"> I have asked for help numerous times. I have bargained, pleaded and begged. I have cut things off or out but to my dismay NOTHING seems to be happening. Why I have even yelled and screamed until I am blue in the face. I need help. Is it that hard to comprehend? Oh and if I mention it to anyone, they look at me like I am insane. I am done. Nope tried that as well NOTHING has been the end result.&nbsp;</div><div style="color: #20124d;"><br /></div><div style="color: #20124d;">So this being the case, I have determined that I will say nothing, do nothing and ignore it. HA tried that as well. I have never been good at expressing feelings of this sort, but I am learning.&nbsp; Tonight, for example, I did not use a harsh or curt tone, to Curly I mentioned, I need you all to start doing more and helping more without being told, his reply was you don't have to yell. The Honeyboo, walked out and just kissed and hugged me. The Eskimo, I will cut a little slack, he has been up before the rooster this week and he has still managed to help some, but Blondie, well he has mailed it home. Gma is exempt as she is still looking like a chipmunk in her collar. I considered getting her a spiked one but well she did not find it funny.&nbsp;</div><div style="color: #20124d;"><br /></div><div style="color: #20124d;">So I am certain that when this is read by all or some, I will be quizzed. I should not have to ask is my point. I know that you are all children but seriously cut me some slack. So since there is no cure for this disease, I have decided that I am going on an indefinite sabbatical until further notice. And I am not certain that even the Union could assist and get me back on the job at this point. It would have to be a sweetheart of a deal.... I will consider any and all proposals. </div><div style="color: #20124d;"><br /></div><div style="color: #20124d;">So to the sweet ones who reside here all 4 of you, this is your official notice that I am on strike. </div><div style="color: #20124d;"><br /></div><div style="color: #20124d;">Smooches, night, hugs and loves. </div><div style="color: #20124d;"><br /></div><br />jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-16887798438063275572011-08-07T15:42:00.000-05:002011-08-07T15:42:00.221-05:00Seperation of Church and State??????The First Amendment to the Constitution says that we have the right to freedom of speech, and press. It also encompasses Religion so that each person is free to chose what and how they practice their preferred religion.<br /><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;">"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof..." &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-- <i>The First Amendment</i></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;">Simply put,&nbsp; this means that CONGRESS and OUR GOVERNMENT do not have the right to tell us what religion we can practice or when and where. It means that they can not "push or advertise" for a certain form of religion. I have listened for the last oh about two weeks people up in arms about Governor Perry's pray session. THIS FOLKS IS A SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE AND RELIGIOUS FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get it through your freaking skulls that even though he is perhaps "quirky" he did not say only Catholics are allowed or Baptists or Methodists. He did not exclude Muslims, Jews or Later Day Saints. He invited <b>ALL people</b> to join him and pray how ever they normally do it and to whom ever they pray to, for our NATION and it's leaders. Perry did not hold a gun to anyone's head, or make a law passed by the house and senate that said we have to do this. GOOD NIGHT MARTHA!!!!! You people act like he committed a crime. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;">He <b>did not EXCLUDE anyone</b> and he did not hold this "session" at any state, or federal building. The man had every right to call it. I mean unless Reliant Stadium has been purchased by our government then it is a public place. I think the thing folks can not get past is that he is a Governor of a State located in the United States. Perhaps. NO Perry just had the balls to stand up and say hey our nation is failing and we need some ounce of hope for our people the people of this nation to cling to. So what the hell is wrong with that? ( and before any of you start I am not a Perry backer, just see that this is an agree to disagree situation.) It is no different then our forefathers who wrote our Constitution. They prayed read history and not just college or public school text or Wikipedia. Go and look.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;">Part of our problem with this nation, has become the moral decline and social decline of society. We have learned to take things that 10 years ago we, NO ONE would have stood for.&nbsp; We have become more concerned with making people happy and not offending anyone that we no longer are productive.&nbsp; This blog is a perfect example, there are some of you who most likely have stopped reading as you are pissed off at me for defending Perry ( he does have good hair per Dr. Grammer and that I agree with) and then there are those of you who understand our laws, and Constitution as well as me and agree. This was done by a normal citizen of the United States although he is in a position of authority, to help others and ask for divine intervention. GET THE FREAK OVER IT!!!!!!!!!! and now I will tell you why....</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;">I am Methodist/Baptist. Oh lord, I guess I am going to hell for sure as I hump the fence on which religion I want to really be.. Oh and I have had folks tell me that to my face. Well then this caveat assures my spot in hell, as once upon a time, I attended Mass at a Catholic Church on a weekly basis! Holy crap batman get the fire truck on stand by I may burn where I stand. NO I am not. Here is the deal folks, matters not to God what religion you practice only that you have faith and belief in him. It matters how you live your life here and if you have asked forgiveness of your sins and become/became saved.&nbsp; I promise you folks, if you go to a church of different religion from the one you are at now, you will basically hear this message driven home. If not you may want to consider a new place of worship. Holy Crap she has pissed God off now. No I have not. I believe in God, Jesus and that Jesus died on the cross for my sins. There you go. I may not attend every time the door is open but I have a relationship with God.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;">So are you getting the point????? Obama is Muslim oh lord is he going to hell? Only he and God know that answer. Perry is baptist ( I think ) and he says he felt a calling from god to initiate this pray session. Oh well I guess Perry and I will be happy in hell together. Thing is folks, Perry did nothing NOTHING wrong. Again it was held on a Saturday, at a public place and he called on<b> ALL RELIGIONS.</b> Heck he even invited Obama who of course turned him down. So my question is this, if this offended you and your religion are you right with God or you so narrow minded that you cannot see that God needed it to happen?</span></span><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;">Ok so now call me a nut job whacko who needs help. Seriously, I am so tired of hearing day in, day out about how we can not mention God's name in public and how government has ruled that the 10 Commandments be taken out of public view. THIS TO ME IS NOT SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE this is the government saying "we do not want to offend anyone so take it out oh and you can not pray in public either." And due to that, that takes away our freedom of religion. I mean drive down any street past a church, and see the marquee with things like "pray for rain and our nation," or pray for our military or our leaders or he has risen for you. So when I see that I am not offended but I guess there are some who are... Ok wait, Churches, Synagogs, etc are public places correct? Hmmmmmm. So does this mean that they should no longer be allowed to advertise or ask folks to do something? Hmmmmm made you think did i not? And why pray tell me if we are to have such a parted of church and state, why is it that people who testify are normally sworn in to tell the truth and yadda yadda so God do you swear? They no longer have you place your hand on the bible but you get the point.. And why is it that Presidents, etc., are still sworn in using a holy bible???????</span></span><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;">So if this is the case and we can no longer have the 10 Commandments posted outside of a 200 year old courthouse as it might offend someone then we need all churches to stop "advertising" their messages of faith, hope and love. Now I agree, prayer or its like needs to be back in public school, but I think there might be an answer to that as children can now spend the first three minutes of the day praying or just being quiet. Hmmmmmm seperation of church and state???? As for changing our pledge of alligence, ( ok i agree with this one that thing is too long) NO i am kidding, it was written by the folks who founded this country on guess what folks, PRAYER, FAITH and RELIGIOUS FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In God we trust. Crap what the hell do you think they had???? NOTHING BUT FAITH and TRUST in GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;">We need to have faith and trust in God. We need to start taking back our homes, schools, churches, government and leaders and shake them around. We need our voices to be heard. We need to have faith, and trust in GOD to help rebuild the brokenness of our ways and society. We have the roles of male and females reversed, and our men are treated like they have no brains, and women as well. I won't even go into that one right now....... </span></span><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;">So now that you have my head in this thing and my opinion, you still think Perry was wrong? I mean according to FOX news, he only did it cause he is considering running for office. WHO CARES why he did it, the fact again that he had balls enough to do it stands on merit with me that he maybe knows it is going to take GOD to change things. My only hope is, that he prayed for rain for Texas.......&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;">So I go now....... TO pray that my car does not get bombed for voicing my religious freedom and freedom of speech..... shhh i hear them coming.....</span></span><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;">Smooches</span></span><br /><span style="color: #0033cc;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><i><br /></i></span>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-71818577688752709392011-07-30T23:25:00.000-05:002011-07-30T23:25:35.749-05:00OH OH YOU LITTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!So let me set this up for ya.....<br /><br />It was hot, Honeyboo was vacationing courtesy of Baylor All Saints and a blood clot in his leg, when out of my partial paralysis and coma, I was awakened. I had not slept well. Tuesday, I took the Big Eskimo to yet one of many more follow up appointments with THE BOTH..... All was well and he told him to keep on working and by the way it may help seriously if you play a little football this fall..... The Eskimo said REALLY??? Yes from the Both..... ( note Both is short for bothwell...) So we get in the car and I am this and thating to the Eskimo and he gets well I called in reinforcements for help.... I am not certain what changed in a mere 48 hours but something snapped....<br /><br />So back to my coma like state and my awakening.... I hear the door open and I am thinking it is a 4 legged critters coming to bite at me to go outside. I am rooting around when I hear "MOMMA, you need to make me an appointment for my physical I am gonna do it." HUH??? EXCUSE ME????? I sat straight up with medusa hair and half swollen eyes... Wait child come back here are you sleep walking as you have been known to do and now speaking in your sleep??? Am I having a sleep deprivation nightmare again???? I asked him WHAT???? He replied his response "make me an appointment for my physical today." Ok but please can I have coffee first??? Ok.. Off he goes into the wild blue or as in his case green yonder... Nervously I stare from my phone to the door as if one of the two objects would speak to me and tell my what just happened... Nothing.... So I get up brush my wig and straighten it and walk zombie like to make coffee.. As the coffee was coming, I walked to the end of the house to see if what just happened happened????? I knocked and the eskimo answered...<br /><br />He said he was gonna do it but well as with the NFL there needed to be uh oh whats the word negotiations perhaps????? Ok so terms then.. Yes that is a nice word... I was still in utter disbelief. I was certain at this point the Blondie or Curly needed to call the men or women with white coats and "happy cookies" to come get me. Either that or hell had frozen over and that could explain the heat here. NO not that lucky. Oh I heard him the third and fifteenth times. Shock I tell you and that is saying it nicely. So I got dressed for work cause some of us have to do that and went. I called the uh wonderful human Dr. Coach Athletic Trainer and advised him. Well ok so I sent him a text asking about the physical form but you understand. Then I called Boths office. Since we had just been in like the day before, the wonderful appointment maker who knows us by now well laughed and said ok see you all Friday. Ok that was easy. <br /><br />So I called Honeyboo, and it is most likely good he was in a drugged state in the hospital as he may have had a blood clot and heart attack.. I was sure at this point that I was not dreaming but thought I may have had a stroke or my brain was baked from the heat. No he said he is sure honeyboo. I have scheduled his appointment for Friday. Ok have a super day.<br /><br />So here we are on the eve of official, unofficial practice Monday morning. We have shoes and all that good stuff. Even a supply of gatorjuice for after. Now the only issue is the schedule nazis in the office. I am thinking if I take them donuts that it will ease the blow of having to completely re do his schedule for this school year. I am thinking I will take the donuts and him and stand behind his 6'3 frame all 285 pounds of him and tell them... Maybe when they begin to throw things his chest or head will deflect them from my little noogin..... Well he is not alone dealing with the schedule Nazis, but still it is better to be safe then get brained with a stapler right????<br /><br />Now the human in me knowing that college is expensive, says oh you better do it, but the loving momma in me who has helped him every step though this is terrified as much as he is. But the tough love momma knows he has to do this not only to help his quality of life and be able to walk normally but to get past the fear of the pain. ( see I am not afraid to admit I have multiple personalities) It frankly sucks. Just like it did when he was a baby knowing those nasty steroid shots to help him breathe were for his own good even though it hurt and the needle well I would rather have had them stick him with a harpoon I tell ya.. Momma will be find and I know he will too.. Just somebody bring me the tissues for the first game cause I may need them.... Well ok we all know I have the loudest mouth out there but you get my point. And oh gimme a blankie cause it might get cold by then....... And for the record, his negoations came out just fine. He got his terms and conditions heard and sort of met. And I have Blondie to thank deeply for this and Curly as soon as he takes him down..... Really, Blondie and he had a brother to brother conversation which I was told that was all I needed to know. Well alrighty then. ( Do not tell them but momma has planted listening devices in their rooms and phones) HAAA HAAAA.<br /><br />Now, Head Coach little big daddy just needs to buy stock in chocolate chip cookies from Albertsons... Yep this might be a long season if he does not..... <br /><br />Nighty Nite Nite, smooches......jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-19968224789892747872011-07-09T22:18:00.000-05:002011-07-09T22:18:43.975-05:00Half a year ALREADY??????????????So when Honeyboo reads this he will do one of three things- 1. Laugh his bohiney off. 2. CRY. 3. Shoot me...I don't care its funny and sappy..... So just indulge..... and wish me luck....<br /><br />So on Monday we will have been married half a year. It was pointed out by a good friend last Monday at the 4th party. It has been an "eventful" half year. And although we have not really had a huge blowup, we have had our share of "squabbles." It is getting back to normal and fortunately we have not maimed or harmed each other nor the little people or the Gma but it has gotten loud once maybe twice. Thing is it is normal. Blows have not been exchanged nor objects so I guess we will shall make it the other half the year.<br /><br />It all started in January on the 11th. Judge Wright who has been on the bench since dirt was invented married us. I was not sure whether to laugh or cry and I actually did both at the same time. I was TERRIFIED not PETRIFIED. She tried to break the ice with jokes but it did not work. Just look at our Wedding photos on Facebook. I look like a scared rabbit. Ok but you understand. I was worried. It was freaking cold verses now with it being freaking hot. The only dress I could find in 25 counties was a sleeveless black number and a shawl... All he could find was a red shirt and khakis and the boys well you know the Eskimo on crutches and all had on shorts. So you see where I am going. WE HAD NOTHING but EACH OTHER. AND LOVE. That is all we need right? Yep that is all we need. So we got hitched and soon after, Honeyboo got sick and at the same time he took a new job. Holy Crap. I thought I was CRAZY, I mean we got married and I started Spring 2011 semester the next day. He took a new job about three weeks after we got married. And the Eskimo went back to school from being off and Blondie suddenly wanted to learn to drive, and Curly wanted to switch schools. WHOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA Nelly hold the batphone I need a break. My head is spinning just writing about it. Some way some how, we have survived. Oh I could tell you that it has been all rainbows, cucumbers, and roses, but along the last half year it has not. I would only be lying and I am not about to start that....&nbsp; <br /><br />A week ago, Honeyboo managed to make me feel that silly, scared I want to run feeling again with a ditty on FB about why he loves me.. Hummm truth be told, I am not good a verbally communication, I can write it and tell you but somewhere between my squirrel brain and my alligator mouth, translation gets lost and I open to speak and NOTHING happens... It sucks when it does. Mind goes blank the whole kit and caboodle..... I get the beyond the deer in the headlights look.... So you all know me, I typically tell you what I think and how I feel but when you are my betrothed, I lose all sense. <br /><br />See I love Honeyboo, because he does goofy things that no one else would think funny... For example, one of our first shopping trips out, to CVS, we were waiting on his meds and looking at something I do not even recall and here is why.... Out of the dead silence of the store, he goes as loud as he can, "STOP ARGUING WITH ME NOW!!!!!!!!!" I know for a fact I turned 15 shades of red. He thought it was funny... I however, am still not thinking so much funny as you will pay.. Then a few days later walking out of my favorite store, Kohls, in front of Lake Worth's finest, who had someone pulled over, he grabs my purse from my shoulder and starts walking hurriedly in front of me and saying as loud as he can, "STOP THAT IS MY PURSE LET GO STOP FOLLOWING ME OFFICER SHE IS TRYING TO TAKE MY PURSE." For the love of all things holy, if that officer would have come over there I most likely would have decked Honeyboo. We shall not even discuss the incident at Wal Mart where he dropped back as I was walking out and told the door greeter that she should stop me as I had stuff in my pockets... It is a good thing I no longer can swing a bat.... He might be in trouble. <br /><br />But he also listens somewhat. I tell him he pretends to be listening to me but I have doubts. Ahhh yes and there is the non confirmed ADD that we both have.. It is fun.... He picks on me about cooking and I pick on him about being lazy... Oh and the little people well they think he is the greatest thing since ice cream was invented. Typically when he is picking at me they join in... So much so that one night I chocked and the Fire Department almost had to be called...<br /><br />Mostly it is the little things he does that make me love him. Like taking an extra day off work when the Eskimo had his first surgery to help me with him. OR going to the doctor with me cause I am a chicken... In life it is the little things that count not as much as the big things.<br /><br />So for half a year this Monday, we have done pretty good. Neither of us has lost a limb or been harmed and kids you should not try some of the stuff we try at home, but none the less we have made it.<br /><br />I love you Honeyboo and when you asked me to marry you I asked you why? Well I married you and yes you tricked me, you told me that we had to go register the car and I can not figure out why gma and the little people and Mel came to this day... Well sweet pooh, WHY DID I MARRY you????? Hmmmmm give me the other half the year to figure it out and I will tell ya.... I LOVE YOU BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />( I really did, He asked me to marry him on my birthday in November, and while he was on one knee, and asked I looked at him and said "WHY?" and then I started crying cause I realized he was serious.....)<br /><br />Night all smooches and loves.......jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-84757289264170978762011-06-07T21:41:00.000-05:002011-06-07T21:41:59.207-05:00Imma gonna need lots of Kleenex this next year.......So it was official today that Blondie got his GED certificate. It has been a long, winding, hard road to get him here. It has been filled with ups and downs called life choices. None the less, I am proud of him.<br /><br />So not only did we get his certificate in the mail, he immediately came home and wanted assistance to help register him for college for this fall at TCC. I chocked through it. We got it done and now I am alone in my room, typing and bawling my eyes out. Not because I do not want him to grow up, but because he has. And I know this is only a small step toward his own independence and existence in the world. He has not been my little ray of sunshine since last November when he turned 18. No it has been longer then that but it became official then. This friends has been a little harder then I thought it would be. No, no not raising him and all the tribulations that have come with it the last several years but the knowing that he will soon be leaving the nest so to speak. I am scared for him to go out into this world as mean as it is but I know he has to. Ok so Curly's departure from the nest can not come soon enough but not Blondie. Oh who am I trying to fool I do not want any of them to go but I know they must.<br /><br />Tonight I have as I was helping him, reflected on him playing Pocahontas and being Captain John Smith. Oh he would run around in his skivvies re acting the movie. I reflected on him and the big eskimo playing in the mud and covered until all you could see was the whites of their eyes. Or more recently a midnight trip or an attempted trip out in the VW and getting stuck.. I will miss all of this. I will miss him most of all.<br /><br />So sweet sunshine, go live life to it fullest and smile and have fun. Momma loves you.... Momma is proud of you.....<br /><br />Night y'all.......I have to go get more Kleenex.......jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-73599985944670312892011-06-02T22:58:00.000-05:002011-06-02T22:58:22.794-05:00The Game of Life......Oh there are days, no more like weeks where I just want to hide.. This week has been one of those. And it is not over yet. Monday, Memorial Day was productive and fun but I knew Tuesday was looming and that meant class for me started. I did not know what else Tuesday would hold for me. It was a bit of a shock but not a surprise. Oh I started my World Religion class and it made me feel like poop. Oh trust me I should not be on here and doing homework instead but this all has to come out. I am the oldest one in the class including the professor who just turned 32. That I got over. Dealing with it and the amount of homework that he has given us for the next 5 1/2 weeks. Oh that was not the shock. The shock came out of the Big Eskimos mouth. And it stung like a bee.<br /><br />So Tuesday, they had their last athletics period for the year. Now he has up until then and even now wavered between yes I am playing, no I am not, etc. Well Tuesday was a NO day and he told them. In disbelief, they spoke to him gingerly about his reasons. After he issued a variety of non believable ones, they told him to cut the crap and speak, about the real reason. This is where even my shock came into play. He told them something startling about why he has played. Oh he loves it and hates the hard work in the heat, but still enjoys it. But what he told them drained them speechless. It even left me speechless. Then the anger set in and it has not subsided. The person it needs to be directed to could care less about him or his brothers at this point. That is the sad fact. The child's father. The Big Eskimo told them and me that he was not going to play anymore as his dad did not care anyway so what was the point. That folks is the reader's digest version. So now do you feel my anger? OH it has carried over for three days now and tonight the alleged anger maker called. I did not answer and I digress..So when I picked my chin up off the floor, I comforted him as best I could. Oh he wants mom, and step dad and knows no matter what we will stand firm with him, but he wants his dad's acceptance and praise as well and friends he has never gotten that. He thought that playing football even though he liked and enjoyed it would make his dad like and love him and accept him for who he is. Seeing the error of his way, he has given up. Done. Finished. Curtain call. Stick a fork in him. Close the door, turn out the lights. He is depressed and upset as to be expected. He has spent the last couple of days secluded and fishing. Oh he has spoken to mom and others in the house, but for the most part, he has kept to himself. All mom told him was to keep an open heart and mind and think about it. Do not make a decision based on anger and hurt that you will regret for life. Do not make a decision in fact remove your Dad from the equation and think about football and if you really want to stay. It sucks that at 15 he has to make this decision of realization that you can not no matter what make someone care for you or love you or be there when you want them to. Yep it has taken everything I have not to go have a conversation with dear old daddyo........... =) I also told him not to settle and never take the path of least resistance. I am not certain it has worked but at least I know he is thinking about things. Sorry baby is all momma has got for you. <br /><br />And to top it off, I am at an impasse about school. Oh I am not giving up or throwing in the towel, just can not decide which direction I honestly want to go. I mean I have spent a lot of money to get an education and the last thing I want in 2 1/2 years is to not be able to find a job. I have friends who graduated in December that have been so far unsuccessful. And ones that just graduated in May who are well frankly having nervous break downs about finding a job. That is my issue at the time. There are 3 areas that just trip my trigger and it is hard to narrow it down. So like son, have been a little "off" the last couple of days. I have not been me as I am trying to figure it out on top of "stuff." Part of my issue is that it keeps hitting me that I am almost 40 and have not "grown up" yet. I am once again struggling with Life. It is so easy in the game of Life, you spin the spinner and go this way or that..... So why can reality not be as easy???? And trust me, the "big man" and I have had plenty of conversations over the last few days.<br /><br />Never in my grown up life have I wanted to run as much as I do now. I want to run screaming away from it all. Problem is I can not run that fast. Fat girl here she do not get in a hurry too much.... =) So I am hanging and hoping that all will come out in the wash. Some how I am not sure. I know it will, I just hope for the best. I have come to discover that no one has the answers for me, just like the eskimo. So for now, we both sit and wait and pray and think.<br /><br />Love and smooches, night ya'll<br /><br />It will all be better tomorrow right?????jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-35349570993921398762011-05-11T20:39:00.000-05:002011-05-13T15:27:37.681-05:00Fear of the UnknownSo here....<br /><br /> I have tried to get into a University in Northern Texas that has both programs I want. Been trying since 2008 in all reality. For what ever reason know to God, rainbows and cucumbers my transcript got lost in the mail or somewhere or something freakish happened. Oh least we all not forget the acceptance letter to that wonderful place in Louisiana that I almost took and leaped on like a rat on a cheerio. Oh we can all thank honeyboo for that one... THANKS BABE!!!!! I mean that. CRAP lost my head again.. One day it will stay firmly glued on... Anywho, after numerous attempts and one time giving up, for what ever reason something possessed me to try try again. I did about a month ago. Did not tell a single sole, well ok so the dog knew but who is he gonna tell really??? I mean with paws his size, it would be hard to dial the phone or type... Besides he well was sleeping when I did it. So I did. Faxed the correct paperwork, and all that. Got my requests for my transcripts in and what do you know the angels sang and birds chirped and the stars and planets aligned in the right shape of me.. Ok so you get it. <br /><br />Funny thing how it happened though.........<br /><br />Driving home with the Eskimo yesterday as the storm was brewing ahead, I got a phone call from that little ole place in Poly you know Poly on the Hill (POTH). You know the one where I am now, and that I will like my stupid car be married to my financial loans to get an edumasmation ( education ) that my May semester class had been canceled. WHAT??? Ok so only me and one other geek on the planet signed up. I paid my money already and that did not matter it was done, finished stick a fork in it. In the same conversation with Poly on the Hill University, it was told to me that my Summer class was facing the same fate. HOLY hole in the freakin donut batman. Hold the phone and get Robin to the batmobile along with C3P0 and R2... Where is Darth Vader when you need him? GONE on vacation since he is not gonna have to teach now.... Ok so you get it.. I was frustrated cause the times these two classes are offered in the Fall just do not work for me and it would cause pangs to fix it. Fine ok I understand. No really I do not.. But I have to become quaint with the fact it ain't gonna happen. So fine so here I will cool my heels until October to get my dinero back. So plugging along to home I thought about it and how nice it would be to well you know take a class and not panic over it being canceled due to enrollment. I turned in the drive and stopped at the mail thingy.. Oh I know mailbox, but this is me it is a mail thingy that at times brings welcome news and others why did I stop for this thingy box. OH POOP!!!!!!!!!! Anyway I stopped and low and behold it was like the bells that go off at the casino when somebody wins big.. I could hear it. Trust me I opened the mail thingy and heard them, closed it and it stopped and opened it again grabbing the mail and it was doing it again.. I think that mail type person knew and put something in there....So my letter from that little ole place in Denton came and they want me!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO kiss my grits I am going to Denton. OH CRAP wait I want to and this as if I need one and yes I do need a sign was a neon sign in a small white and maroon envelope. I was ecstatic.. I came in and called and read the directions on how to set up this that and the other to get on line and even got me some of that old federal grant money sent to those folks.. So I am happy right?????? CONFUSED, CONFLICTED and well puzzled.......<br /><br />Here is why............................................................<br /><br />I have a little zone.... I like my little zone it is like a happy place for me.. In my little zone are a few select folks allowed there and three of them are at that Poly on the Hill place. Two of them I consider my sisters in crime.. Not that we would commit crime but you know the world spins faster when we are there. Aside from them is a short french descendant person who has pushed when I needed it and laughed when I could not and been understanding of what is an abnormal life. Oh honeyboo is there and encourages me just the same but my little french man has been well like family.... My sisters I know will be there and there will still be havoc spread but this is hard.. It is like leaving the dog at the pound and not knowing his/her outcome. So yes maybe this type of change I am terrified no mortified of. And I know hear me out these three folks would and two of them are saying HOW BIG OF A SIGN DO YOU WANT???, and pushing my caboose (it is rather large but still) up the hill to get there...Maybe I will get homesick or lost who knows I am just scared and know I should not be but I am.. And I know I should instead of writing this talk to honeyboo but I am not good with the whole I gotta vent and tell you how I feel conversation thingy.... I am working on that... And there are two more of you one at Poly on the Hill and another who is there when I need here just not at POTH........ =) <br /><br />So here is the good news that little ole place in Denton is getting me and maybe one sister so they need to warn the folks..Tell the law to run as fast as they can cause we are blowing into town.. HAAAAAA.... well you know what I mean...... That town ain't gonna know what smacked it when we roll in... And for a bit it maybe me but who knows. I have made my peace and it will happen it will.... I just have to go head first off into and suck the water up my nose... Hope it is not salt water cause that stings when ya suck it up your nose... GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!! <br /><br />So there you have it my one true confession of the night well ok maybe two cause that whole I need to talk to the one I love but I am working in that department..... Things happen for a reason or fifteen and I learned long long ago in a galaxy far far away to not question it... Just roll it baby just roll it.... Toss the dice and see where it lands. Lean on that old thing called FAITH and GOD.... Sometimes it has a name called GROWTH.... and not just as in toys-r-us kids either..... So look out Denton here I come....... yabbbdabbadooo!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />IN other news this week, the Eskimo is coming along with tremendous strides. Just ask about our adventure to the doctor on Monday. Here is a riddle of sorts...... What do you call a Fireman's bad bad Monday????? HA SHOWING UP TO AN ALARM CALL AT THE ORTHOPEDIC OFFICE where 90% of the folks there are either on crutches, with walkers or in wheelchairs and the only way down for them is the elevator which happened to be on fire... HAAAAAA it is funny now but it scared 12 years out of me when it happened.... It was puzzling to see these oh brave, strapping things scratching their heads wondering how to get folks out. By the time they did, the nurses, office staff and mobile patients who could move had everybody out..... So yes it was an adventure Monday.. And nope no "official" word on whether he is going to play or not.... He has hired an agent named Sir Jeffey who is a fury at 7.6 pounds.. I was told that he Sir Jeffey would get back with me in a few days... Ho hummmmmm...... Wow.... <br /><br />And the freakin storm today... So started to take Blondie to register for a test and BOOM the wind started blowing and rain started pouring and it was hard to see let alone drive. Blondie encouraged me to just pull over and let it pass, but I kept driving. I did ask him though if he wanted to drive and he asked me if I were insane or just crazy.... I told him both.... We made it but not to get registered.... And Curly, well he is working his little nubs to the bone on a fairy tale project... They have to modernize a fairy tale.. So not much from his camp..... <br /><br />I leave you in peace tonight and love to you all and to all a good night....<br /><br />Smooches......=)jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-41568177406248137402011-05-07T22:03:00.000-05:002011-05-07T22:03:54.513-05:00Mother's DayTwas the night before Mother's Day, and all through the house all the creatures were stirring including the cricket... UGGGGHHHHHHHH oh we have a cricket outside somewhere and all I can here is him or her chirping away... I wonder do they ever get tired of drawing on their wings to make noise? Do they ever give themselves headaches? I mean really???? It is pretty but after hours on end it gets irritating.... Especially when one is trying to get beauty sleep... I mean I have to look good do I not? Well ok so Honeyboo has to look good then. There I said it....<br /><br />President Woodrow Wilson declared on May 9, 1914, the first national Mother's Day<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-rice_9-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother%27s_Day_%28U.S.%29#cite_note-rice-9"> </a></sup><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-9may_10-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother%27s_Day_%28U.S.%29#cite_note-9may-10"></a></sup>as a day for American citizens to show the&nbsp; American flag in honor of those mothers whose sons had died in war. The holiday was declared officially by the state of West Virginia in 1910, and the rest of states followed quickly, and On May 8, 1914, the U.S. Congress passed a law designating the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day. So there you have it... Or do you really know how it all got started??? In 1908 Anna Jarvis campaigned for the creation of an official Mother’s Day in remembrance of her mother and in honor of peace.&nbsp; Anna petitioned the superintendent of the church where her Mother had spent over 20 years teaching Sunday School. Her request was honored, and on May 10, 1908, the first official Mother's Day celebration took place at Andrew's Methodist Church in Grafton, West Virginia and a church in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The West Virginia event drew a congregation of 407 and Anna Jarvis arranged for white carnations—her Mother’s favorite flower—to adorn the patrons. Two carnations were given to every Mother in attendance. Today, white carnations are used to honor deceased Mothers, while pink or red carnations pay tribute to Mothers who are still alive. Anna and Woodrow were not the first two to honor thy mother, before them there was a lady named Julia Ward Howe. She began her tribute in 1870&nbsp; as she&nbsp; had become so distraught by the death and carnage of the Civil War that she called on Mother’s to come together and protest what she saw as the futility of their Sons killing the Sons of other Mothers.<br />At one point Howe even proposed converting July 4th into Mother’s Day, in order to dedicate the nation’s anniversary to peace. Eventually, however, June 2nd was designated for the celebration. In 1873 women’s groups in 18 North American cities observed this new Mother’s holiday. Howe initially funded many of these celebrations, but most of them died out once she stopped footing the bill. The city of Boston, however, would continue celebrating Howe’s holiday for 10 more years.Despite the decided failure of her holiday, she nevertheless planted the seed that would blossom into what we know as Mother’s Day today.<br /><br />So there is some food for thought about the how and why of Mother's Day. Ironic is it not that at this moment as we type and read we have Mother's just as we did in the 1800's who have lost their sons. We should honor them with our love. We are all mom's and know there is no greater love then a mom's love. So this Mother's Day as we give and get take time to stop and remember that some Mother's are without a Mom's day. Honor yours if you still have her and if you do not, honor her still. But least not forget those whose sons and daughters have without thought given of themselves and can no longer honor their mom.<br /><br />&nbsp; Smooches and love.<br />Night.....<br /><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-rice_9-1"></sup><br /><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-rice_9-1"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother%27s_Day_%28U.S.%29#cite_note-rice-9"></a></sup>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-65131566892338332412011-05-03T22:05:00.001-05:002011-05-03T22:06:30.414-05:00It is not right to eat the crayons!!!!!!!!!!<div style="color: #3d85c6;">As for the title well just read and hang on to the end... Maybe it will explain itself.... So here it is the end of the semester and although there is stress brewing in my belly, I am at peace with it. I have no clue where this summer will take me all I know is I listened and I am doing. No I am not taking this summer off, quite the opposite... I have a Maymester class and a Summer II class along with 2 on line classes.. I can do it I just have to do it.&nbsp;</div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;">Yes I know I should be rejoicing with the rest of my fellow Americans about Osama's or Usama's&nbsp; demise but honestly right now I am numb about it. Yes I care but not that much.. Currently my brain is on over load and my mind has taken a vacation to a tropical paradise with tanned men who are toned and those little umberllaled drinks with names I can not spell....OH crap see there ya go!!!!!!!!&nbsp;</div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;">Oh we honestly should not be happy and celebrating. Well we should but when I think of the lives that have been lost in all from men and women who literally gave up what they were doing to go fight it kills me that we should have any joy. Not to mention the 3000 lives that were lost simply due to the fact that they were at work or on a plane who knows why. I am not certain that one soulless life being lost is worth the thousands upon thousands who have perished at the hands of this evil man. Is it really justification? No it is not. This makes us no better then he was by killing him. Do not misunderstand me here I have not completely lost my mind, but really does this right all the wrongs of what he did? Again NO! And again I am happy that he has been taken out of this world but my real fear is what happens next? My cousin said it best, when she said ok so we got him but that means that there is only 1000 more lining up behind him. And who knows they could be worse. Again do not misconstrue what I am saying I am glad he is gone but honestly people how can we as human beings justify one life for another? And better yet what exactly have we learned from this? Hmmm. Yes you do not like it when I point out these things. I have heard many many times over the years that history repeats itself and we should learn from our mistakes, but honestly what have we learned from this? Well one thing is we have folks voicing their opinion on this that and the other such as "well Obama did what Bush could not" right on down to and I was guilty of this, "Obama just got the presidental bid for 2012." And then we have the " Obama did not do it the military men and women did it. " OK enough folks. Get off the fence and take a stand. All we have managed to do in the last 72 hours is create tension between us and the rest of the free world by our actions and ludicrous bickering about who did it. Perfect example overheard on a phone conversation between a grown man and who knows who but he was arguing that Obama was the one who ordered the "hit" and therefore he should get the credit. WHATEVER!!!!!!!!! Wow how did that happen?? Go figure....Well let us see WHO SHOT JR???? Holy Crap folks grow up and and get real. It does not matter on the grand scale of things, what matters is what can we all take away from this and what can we do to stop these idiots? First we have to stop the inner bickering amongst ourselves. If we do not take something away from this mess, like the fact that we should all agree to disagree then we have done nothing to help those countless lives that gave of themselves. I mean after 9/11 there was so much support by Americans for Americans that there was a sea of red, white and blue. People were respectful and courteous to each other. Yep how did that work, well in my observations, it lasted about 3 weeks before we all went back to being normal and in a hurry and disrespectful. I mean how freakin sad is it that a Home Owners Association has the balls and nerve to tell a Veteran who fought for our freedom that he can not display his flag or other memorabilia? And how freakin said is it that we are all so afraid of hurting someone that we have done things like take the Pledge of Allegiance out of schools for fear that we will offend someone? It is pretty damn sad it what it is. Or the fact that we have jerks who are protesting funerals of the very people that are fighting for our freedoms. I mean you think that they will or would have protested Mr. bin Laden's funeral? Most likely not. They would rather protest someone who no longer has our freedom to argue back. See what I mean. Why do that to the families of these people. And I have heard many survivors families say that this has given them closure. Really? Can you tell me how that bin Laden's death has brought you closure? Please if I am wrong you all know I will admit it but I just do not see how...... So least we not forget those who have perished not just in Afghanistan and Iraq, but the other Wars that perhaps had to happen but yet were senseless in need. That is it. There you people wanted to know how I honestly felt so I told you. And half of you won't like my opinion but that is how I feel.So if you do not want to know, then do not ask me.. I can go on for days but I have to stop........ Now I am off the big soap box. And yes it is Ivory!!!!!!!!! (as in Ivory soap)ha.</div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;">So we got the big Eskimo through the scope and cleaning and all is good... Just the normal restriction coupled with ICE ICE baby ice ice baby oh lost my head again any way you get it... He is sore but none the less he is breezing through this better then 6 months ago..... People commented on how bad it looks, but thing is he has 3 tiny holes and 3 or 4 stitches this time compared to the 17 he had in October.... So as he said, I will take this over the other mom any day.........Curly is doing better as well as he has decided that things are just the way they are and he can not change a person. Blondie is sort of enjoying his job and got rather excited when the Eskimo and I came through the drive through today.. Although the little booger has tomorrow off...Just you wait Blondie momma has plans for you........ ( yes there is a devious smile on my face.) </div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;">I know I am rambling here but there is a point to all this madness. This is my therapy...Keeps me from eating the crayons....... So just let me vent...Seriously though there are just somethings that should not be discussed and when they are we should all agree to disagree..... Now I have been dropping hints about mother's day and all anyone has said is from the big eskimo, and that is "happy mother's day I got you my knee scoped." Very funny little big man... very funny... Oh but see there sweetie I have the keys to your rehabilitation workout in my hand and I am so not afraid to use it........ notice the devious smile on my face.....&nbsp;</div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;">anyhoo i seriously have to get this powerpoint ready for saturday and have not a clue what i am going to do it on. so i guess it is off here and facebook and see what i can do.... wish me luck... and remember when life gets you down it is not politically correct to eat the crayons!!!!!!!!!!</div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;">Smooches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-2237259166825060512011-04-28T22:17:00.000-05:002011-04-28T22:17:24.410-05:00CurlySo in a week filled with ups and downs emotion wise, I am headed bright and before the air breathes to take the Big Eskimo off to have his knee scoped and cleaned out. And I am a little disappointed that I will not get to see the BIG WEDDING tomorrow... ( ok not really but a little) Not as big of an ordeal as back in October when he had the BIG CUTTING done but none the less it is well scary... I mean since then he has grown to 6'4 and weighs 278, and well I can not cradle him and carry him like when he was 5.<br /><br />Case in point, they all 3 have grown... And not just in height.... Blondie, has got a real job. He currently can be found slinging fries with the best of them a McD's.... This was&nbsp; a BIG ego and self confidence booster for him, but I am just happy he is no longer surfing the couch. Ok so we all know here that I am a big loser when it comes to them but still......<br /><br />And Curly, well he has had it the hardest this week. A large dose of reality set in Tuesday night and there was sort of an "intervention" if you will.. Oh not to worry he is not taking illegal or legal substances or drinking but he wishes he was as it might help or so he may think, but a family sort of I TOLD YOU SO but without the I told you so... See has father, has always catered to him. Whatever Curly wanted he got no matter the sacrifice. But I did not know how much psychological "damage" I have caused Curly... See when he was smaller then he is now, and Blondie was having "issues" I sent him to his dad. I explained what was going on and thought he understood but he did not...Simply put I was in fear for Curlys life.... Well Blondie got right and stopped and this last spring Curly moved back home for good.. I remember the day well, as he cried and said he never wanted to go back over there (to his dad's) again. Well he has a time or three but he has not enjoyed the trip. So long short of it, Curly has had a hard dose of reality in the fact that good old dad has chosen her and baby over him.<br /><br />The older two have long since discovered what he is about without my mouthing or doing anything. They sold him down the river years ago and have little to nothing to do with him. But Curly I guess hoped it would not come true for him. It did. And it hurts. And frankly part of me wants to go kick dado in the rear and make him holler. Then the other part of me says try yet one more time goof ball to talk some sense into him. Although watching paint dry would be easier. For the most part I have remained neutral about the whole situation. I have listened to the Big Eskimo cry over it and listened to his pain and encouraged him to talk to his dad. He did to no avail and gave up. Blondie even attempted not only on his own behalf but the Eskimos as well. This is one of those I HAVE THE ABILITY TO REMAIN SILENT, but I AM NOT SURE I CAN DO ITs...... Oh I know but if you know the situation and you know what all has happened, then you know that I have stayed out of it for years. But when you make one of my monkeys cry I AM GONNA WHOOP ON YOU&gt;........... But then my good sense nerve kicks in and I realize that all I can do as helpless as it seems is just be there. I wish there was an iphone or android app or pill for Curly to make him feel better but alas there is not. The best thing that I can do for my little Curly is love him and encourage him. <br /><br />And I can plot things in my head right??? I mean I can pray for him right???? Oh ok so I know that I really should not pray that he I do not know but you understand me here.... And I know God is gonna deal with me on this one... He already has.... So ok I admit maybe I prayed that he&nbsp; would fall going off the back porch steps but it is ok right?????? Or that he would get abducted by little green men right????? Alright so what can I have my imagination here??????<br /><br />But seriously, this is one of those I feel so dang helpless and of all weeks for this to happen, TAKS week... Oh yes just one more stresser for the week on the little monkeys..... Oh well it is not for publication but you my teacher friends and teacher to be and parents you know what I am thinking....... UH huh...... TAKS.... See my evil little smile?????<br /><br />Crap there I go again rambling.... So ok I promise I will not do anything mean, and I have forgiven him for the things that happened but again I feel helpless..... So that said I am taking Curly to get Ice Cream BEFORE school tomorrow... Oh crap have to take the BIG ESKIMO first.... But alas Curly will get revenge I think..... He already has in his own little way...<br /><br />So to all three of you, yes you all three make me wanna committ hairy carry.... You all three make me cry but momma loves you the mostest of all.....<br /><br />Now we just have to teach Blondie how to make mac and cheese so he will never be hungry......<br /><br /><br />Night ya'll and if any of you dvr's or tapes the big show tomorrow I WANNA KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!! or else..... Don't make me come over there..... =)jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-84637919252637461312011-04-18T22:41:00.000-05:002011-04-18T22:41:10.541-05:00The Greatest Man I knew.......This is the one I originally began to write tonight.... But The Big Eskimo took first place.... So now it is down to business.. This one comes with a warning though, you most likely will need a whole box of kleenex or puffs or hell just get the hand towel from the bathroom.. Smooches..........Oh and I apologize in advance to my wonderful, loving husband it is about you sweet but he came first.....<br /><br />Oh they say little girls marry their dads. That is true for some but others not so true. In my case it was my grandfather. I married the third time my grandfather, I just did not know it but I am slowly finding it out. There is no other love like grandpas love. It is strong, and fun like ice cream. So this is the true story of how I have come to realize I married my grandfather. There are vast differences but so many things like him it is amazing.<br /><br />We moved to the lake with Grandpa and Granny when I was about 4. In essence if you question me I will tell you that they raised me. Oh sure Mom was here and there but for the most part I was left to design with Granny and Grandpa. It was fun. I got away with things that most kids would not have. And most times, I had Grandpa's undivided attention. He taught me to ride a bike. Oh lord there were many a skinned knee and he had to hold his stomach in to keep the vomit back from the blood. He would scoop me up and bring me to Granny to doctor. Then we were right back at it. He helped me learn to roller skate down the big hill in the back driveway. Oh it is not so much of a hill now that I am older but back then it was a mountain compared to now. He taught me how to fish, and bait a hook although I refuse to touch the slim of the minnows or worms.Many nights were spent at the kitchen table, he beer in hand and me root beer in hand listening to the Rangers.I remember all that as if it were yesterday. He even cheered them on when it seemed no one else would. I am not certain what his addiction to baseball was but during the season, you knew where to find the two of us.&nbsp; I miss that. This year after the Rangers won the World Series, I cried out of sadness that he was not here on earth so we could listen to it together. Even after they televised the games, he would still sit with the radio at the table or out on the back patio and listen to it.&nbsp; Sunday's though during football were left to the men... When I was sick, he would give me coffee and peanut butter and honey sandwiches. Oh looking back I think I faked a few illnesses just to hang out with him.I would follow him like a lost dog round and round the yard while he mowed most times on my bike, but others on foot. I would help him change the sprinklers out when it came time. I know I aggervated him, tell me what other girl had her grandpa to herself 24/7? The coffee was the best part.I remember onetime I had this dreaded stomach thing. Not like the virus we have now, but worse. He went with mom when I dehydrated to the hospital. He even bought me a poo bear and a lenny the lion. I still have both of them. <br /><br />But Grandpa worked sun up to sun down for the railroad. ( yes there were train rides sometimes when I was sick. That was fun fun in the sun.......I got to blow the whistle...) When he came home the the fall, spring and summer there was always plenty of work that had to be done. That was the best part of my day when he came home. I never realized until I got older that Grandpa working like this was well a health hazard. When you work like he did you learn that there is nothing else you learn to do. Oh he had time but he felt like he did not . I remember that he would work until it was done even though he was flat out exhausted. I watched him work tirelessly. Not just on house chores but me things that I thought I needed done. One year, he built me a chicken coop as I got some baby chicks. He built it as I watched and uh helped. That was the best chicken coop I had ever seen. He made it where the chicks had access to the grass but nothing could get them. A few years later, it was revamped into a rabbit hutch on legs with some stronger wire for the top and sides and a better roof for drainage. He did not want those hoot owls to swoop and get my bunnies. I remember that it sleated one year, and he in the wee hours of the morning, went out there to get Mrs. Bunny and Mr. Wabbit. To his surprise, those bunnies had multiplied and there was more of them. He carried them all in the house his arms full and granny hollering what in the hell is all that and where do you think we are going to put them? He knew. He hooked up a space heater in the garage and brought that bunny hutch in. It was about this time that he decided after 30 years with the rail road, he needed to retire. I noticed a change in him. He began to drink. People knew it but at the time I was too young to realize what was happening. All I knew was suddenly there was no more following him around like a lost dog.<br /><br />Then tragedy happened. My big lumbering lab, who loathed motorcycles, the ups man, and loud trucks and buses was out in the driveway with him one day. Grandpa had been a part of me getting this one. He even helped teach that dog how to dive in the lake after me. The lumbering doggie of 2 years heard the bus coming down the hill. He also spotted a wild rabbit and even though he slept with 2 rabbits at night, he went after this one BAM! right in front of that bus loaded with 5 year olds. She could not stop no way, and the dog did not know what hit him. Grandpa ran to see about him and it was too late. Gone was he. Grandpa did the only thing he knew to do. He lifted that dog into the back of the pick up and off to the vet they went. The vet said he was sorry but he suffered no pain. Grandpa brought him home and dug a hole and buried him. Gpa then proceed to get drunk and come get me from school 3 hours early. He told them that he thought it was 3 in the afternoon. It was only noon. Things were not as they are now. No way today would they have let me go with him in that condition but the administration let me go. I just remember my 3rd grade teacher telling me she loved me and that if I needed something to call the school. We got home and I laughed all the way home as he swerved and ziged and zaged all over the road. Looking back God is the only thing that saved us that day. He did not tell me until we got home what had happened and I cried. No more Chase. No more fun. The mail man came and Granny had a package to pick up. By this time Granny was home and not saying much to him. I just remember I had gone to sleep and I woke up to her yelling and begging him not to go. He did anyway. He was gone a long time that afternoon. Soon evening came and still no sign of him. About 10 that night, we heard a loud noise outside. It was a tow truck bringing what was left of the old bomb ( the truck) home. Gpa had already been to the hospital and had stitches in his forehead and arm. I just remember Granny and he going at it again. They yelled for what seemed like hours. My mom told me I was no longer allowed to ride with him unless she or Granny was with us. I did not understand at the time why but now I do.<br /><br />Seasons past and I grew up and was into my sophomore year in high school. He had changed and had begun doing things that were not normal for him. Long story short, he had Alzheimer's. It was about the early fall when my Granny's sister called for help and her to come to Arizona. She went and she told me she was sorry to leave me with all this but she had to go and that she was only a phone call away. We put her on a plane and my life changed as well. Granny had put Gpa in diapers as he would soil himself. It was like raising a kid. I figured at 15 that since he had literally raised me, I could raise him. It was out of respect and dignity that I did. Mom was at work one afternoon and the rangers had an afternoon game. I sat on the couch with the old radio and turned it on. He snapped out of his delusion long enough to listen. He never said a word to me he just acted like he was drinking a beer and smoking the whole time, even though he was not. I just kept talking to him. That would be our last game together. He progressively got worse. One afternoon, something told me I had to leave school early. I managed to go and am glad I did. I came home and opened the door, as he was by himself. I instantly smelled smoke and could see it billowing in the laundry room. I got his attention and told him he had to get out. He just sat there and looked at me and told me to stop playing. I grabbed him and shoved him out onto the porch. The freezer in the laundry room had shorted out and was sparking. If I would have stayed at school I can only imagine. I am not sure to this day why, but I just remember being mad at him for not listening to me. I mean did he not understand and know what was happening? No he did not. The Fire department came and I had him back in the house in his rocker. I waited for them with the front door open as I called mom as well. She threatened me not to call Granny yet but I did. I came in and checked on him and he was squatted down digging in the chair. I asked him what he was doing well not that nice but you understand I was frustrated and scared, and he turned around and told me "I am gettin us worms to go fishing come on jenaroo we gotta go the bass are running." I humored him as the firemen came and we went fishing in the living room off of the coffee table.&nbsp; He even handed the firemen a beer or two and we went on. I do know he told them at one point that they better hush cause they were scaring the fish away. He even had a basket full of bass and a big old catfish. I will never forget this day. it is etched in my brain like a brand on the side of a cow. I did not know what else to do.<br /><br />Thing go on and he gets worse. I had moved out and gotten married and had Blondie when the call came in that day. Granny was calling and begging me to come out. I told her I did not have the car so could she come get me and she told me no that Gpa was laying in the middle of the living-room floor and was refusing to go to the doctor. I told her to call the ambulance and I would be right there. I got there just as they were putting him in. I went to the hospital with them and the news was not good. He has suffered his first of many strokes. He went on living in a condition I never want to see anyone live in. I felt helpless as there was nothing anybody could do. I prayed for him to not be in pain and to just let go. Finally it happened. He went quietly and without incident. I was alone with him when it happened. I was 21 and had never really experienced death. I just know that the nurse was trying to comfort me and nothing would do.I know more about strokes and alzehimer's then most folks. I read all I could even though he was gone. I wanted to know what killed him and how to stop it. It is like a run away freight train that can not be stopped. Today we know more and I am certain if he would have survived we could have gotten him a lot more help. <br /><br />See many many moons later, I have discovered that I married in some aspects my Gpa. Honeyboo works sun up to sun down then when he can comes home and works more. I follow him around like a lost dog most times. I look at honeyboo and think what a strong man who loves me no matter what, just like Gpa. Even though I may screw up and do things like running over the mailbox or moving something I should not I know they love me. Honeyboo, you are the second greatest man I know. I hope you live to be 100.&nbsp; Honeyboo does not drink and so far his memory has not slipped well ok but you know what I mean. And just like Gpa you are always building something from nothing for me......<br /><br />smooches and night yall.......jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352552759123162269.post-41809486991418028582011-04-18T20:55:00.000-05:002011-04-18T20:55:44.665-05:00Yes Jen there is a Santa ClauseOk so call me uncreative, but yes I stole that line.. See the last few weeks the 7-11 runt who has now been renamed The Big Eskimo has been chatting with me alone in the stillness of the night oh I mean car about you guessed it FOOTBALL!!!!! Thank you God, Easter bunny, jack frost, and Santa and the Great Pumpkin. Well ok so do not get the pom poms out just yet but keep them close by. And if he ever finds out about this post most likely my life will be in jeopardy so if something happens to me and or the honeyboo, please check the contents of The Big Eskimo's stomach first then proceed with caution. <br /><br />Today, he came out laughing from athletics.&nbsp; He had a grin that&nbsp; killed the cat. Oh you parents know that grin..... I got some song and dance but I know what it really was about. I was secretly hoping he got the nerve up to give that sweet little girl his number I mean if she is gonna write things like "HI you are my best friend" on his Spanish papers then she wants his number. Oh I lost my head let me find it ah there we go oh and yes Eskimo if you are reading this MOMMA KNOWS EVERYTHING well almost. So we chatted and he asked some questions, and mentioned a few uh things about "his team" and this and that. Oh I shall not bore one with the details just know that if you are a mom or you are "in tune" as they say then you know. But tonight as I was sitting outside watching honeyboo dig a hole no not for me or the "little people" or gma or the pack of barking rabbits, but finding the sprinkler, the Eskimo all but told on himself.<br /><br />Yes the big Eskimo let the cat and the hamster and the fish and his crabs out of the box. Imagine my shear surprise and the joy I wanted to let out but I knew I could not. So this is how I am like Snoopy jumping for joy with a daisy in my hand. I just want to run and scream HALLELUJAH!!!!!!! THE FOOTBALL GODS HAVE SPOKEN AND ALL IS RIGHT IN THE WORLD....&nbsp; but I have to remain calm cool and collected as best I can. Why even honeyboo got wind of the hamster and crab coming out. I know he wants to jump for joy too but he is well exhausted. Oh I have to save that story for another blog....<br /><br />See it is not that we are living vicariously through the big Eskimo it is just we know what has brought him happiness and we as well have suffered right with him through all the rehab, and pain. He cried, I cried even though he never saw my tears I still did. And the big Eskimo is good at what he does. He needs to just wipe off the dirt and mud and get right back up and do it again. I mean the doctor has sworn to me on his head his own head thank you that the Eskimo's leg is virtually bionic and chances of it happening again are few and far between. He said equate it to being struck by lightening. <br /><br />So with all this said even if he decides last minute at midnight that he no longer wants to do it FINE I will be just as happy. But I know he does.. Now I am going to have some chocolate cake and keep my joy contained as best I can and know how... So there is my Santa Clause......<br /><br />Night ya'll <br /><br />p.s.- I am dusting off the pom poms as we speak and getting the RIDER NATION shirt out of storage for one more go.........jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02618856107303708022noreply@blogger.com0